Job Interview

Last night I saw a hiring sign on 7-11, so I walked in and wanted to speak to the manager.

I have been looking for a full time job, and I have attended few interviews so far. Right now I am still awaiting for the news, but I need the money. I need the money seriously. So I have been looking for part-time as well.

A young Malay guy came out from the back. He looked not a day older than 28, and he identified himself as the Store Manager.

I explained to him that I saw the sign that the store was hiring, so I wanted the interview. He scoffed, went into his office, took out an application form and asked me to fill it up. I spent the few minutes filling up the particulars, and when I was done, I walked to the back of the store to pass him my application form.

After reading my application form for few minutes, he looked up and asked, "How old are you?"

I replied as politely as possible, "I am 30 years old."

He mumbled to himself very softly, "Wow. Older than me..."

I pretended that I didn't hear what he said. After awhile, we will all get used to it, and I don't blush that often nowadays.

"Hmm.. can you please tell me about your education background?" He asked, in a broken English manner.

"Sure," and I explained to him.

"Hahaha! Hmm.. you know, you have Master's Degree. This is only part-time job," he laughed.

I looked straight into his eyes, and I said, "Yes, I know. But right now I am jobless so I just want to get some income."

"Hahaha! Sorry! Your salary is too high and we cannot afford to hire Degree holder!" He laughed louder.

"It's okay sir. I know the pay is not high, but I really need this job," I pledged with him.

He thought for a while, scratched his head, and asked, "Do you know how to use the cash register machine?"

"Nope sir, but I am a quick learner," I replied quickly. He is much younger than me, but out of courtesy, I called him "sir", and I really needed that job.

"Actually, I won't hire you," he blinked at me.

"But I am really a quick learner and I am very sure that I can handle the cash register machine in no time," I begged.

"No. You have Master's Degree. Go look for a job that needs Master's Degree. We can only hire SPM holders only."

"But..."

"Bye!" And by that, he turned his back on me and walked back to the office.

At that point, I almost wanted to punch the shit out of him. He laughed at me, insulted me, and at the end didn't want to give me the part-time-freaking-job. Or at least listen to me instead of cutting me off when I was about to speak.

I was pissed! But could I have done at that moment? He had already judged me even before speaking to me, so there is no way I could turn things around.

I turned, opened the door while the chimney rang, and walked off without even turning my head.