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Tuesday, November 11, 2008

jerkism 101

So I had the displeasure of meeting the most unpleasant little man at an interview at Six Planes Pte Ltd [Yes, I'm not afraid of stating the name of the company so friends will read this and give that place a wide berth. Just call me martyr.] yesterday. I consider myself an extremely mild-mannered and peace-loving person and rarely do I get ticked off, and when I do, it really is under extraordinary circumstances.

The moment we introduced ourselves, he looked disinterested and bored, neither cracking a smile nor offering his hand for a shake as most people [then again, after the interview, I began thinking twice as to the category of species he belonged to] do. He began asking questions in what I could only describe as a nonchalant tone, and never seemed very interested in any of my replies, occasionally interrupting me and often looking as if he was biting back more interruptions.

When time finally came for him to ask for my portfolio, I handed it over with a mix of trepidation, the reason for which soon became clear because he started criticizing and even insulting my works and at one point in time, even the lecturers of schools nowadays, and started this furious diatribe over everything he saw. Harsh comments flew rapidly out of his mouth, and it was all I could do not to toss a chair at him. Granted one of his staff came to take two chairs away including the one beside me, perhaps in anticipation of what could only be called her boss' Only Reason For Living Is So He Can Insult One Person A Day segment and didn't want to run the risk of someone actually flinging a chair at him. There I was, sitting quietly and letting him rain on me and trying very hard to be patient and civil although if looks could kill, he would have died several times over because of the steely-unwavering-and-never-blinking glare I fixed at him. Some more minutes passed as he continued on his one-man monologue and I snapped. Well, I did shoot back a few retorts laced lethally with sarcasm as he tried to interrupt me once more, and I finally cut him off midway and finished off my piece ["Obviously I'm not what you're looking for"] before standing up and walking off with nary a second glance. I realised I was still holding on to his name card so I flung it over my shoulder as I was walking down the stairs. Shouldn't have done that but I was just so incensed. Did feel like James Bond though.

I'm usually not one to dwell on unhappiness or negative emotions as well, so the anger abated by the time I reached the bustop, although I did wish I had put him in his rightful place [namely under a rock] more firmly. I did have much more things to throw at him verbally although I'm certain things would get uglier. Certainly there were plenty words fighting to get out of my mouth. Thankfully I'm not one who says things without thinking first.

Looking back, it certainly made for an interesting day, although I think I may have some underlying anger issues. The people I told about it were shocked that I dared to just walk off in the middle of an interview. I won't say it's my first time. I shouldn't be feeling proud about it as well, but some of my friends thought it was cool the way I exited albeit shocking because no one ever imagined that I had it in me. I guess years of competitive swimming and waterpolo did build me up to be tough. That guy picked on the wrong girl. I certainly didn't care about his useless and baseless comments and their finality was sealed by me walking off. I'm just glad I wouldn't be working for someone like that. He never seemed interested in hiring me at all yet he laid into me mercilessly like he got a kick out of doing that, and I do not mind my lecturers criticizing my work because I know I'm not the best designer, but they are paid for it and it's their job. This maggot was a complete stranger who had no right whatsoever to tear my works down. For anyone concerned for my mental and emotional wellbeing, I'm fine. It takes more than a worthless person to bring me down. Life is too short to waste time dwelling on things like that anyway. I've always lived by that. In the meantime, I can do so many other things while I'm free. I believe the right job will come one day. I just have to be patient, and I've got alot of that.

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