I tried doing something for NaNoWriMo, but it didn’t work right. Some results are here. This is about a company I interviewed for, but didn’t get the job.
It was a cold October day, and fifty desperate graduate students were crammed into a classroom that really only held forty. Their eagerness flavored the air, so that when I walked in, I felt it too. Spotting a seat across the door, I took it and sat down, looking around me. In the front of the room, stood my marketing professor, chatting with two men that everyone hoped would hire them.
To say this economy sucked the life out of all us was an understatement. Getting ready to graduate, we were all beset with the fear that we would graduate school unemployed, or back in the hopeless place that had prompted us to seek out school for the second (or third) time.
The men came to the center of the room and began introducing their company. I was almost instantly bored. Who would want to manufacture auto parts? I like a sleek car as much as the next girl, but I wasn’t prepared to create marketing plans for spark plugs. Plus, I had always seen myself in an industry dominated by women. Not that I didn’t like men. I really, really, did. But I worked better with women and I knew it.
Then they said the magic word. Singapore. Exotic Singapore, with its clean, wide streets and its effortless public transportation. Where I wouldn’t have to learn a new language, but I could live abroad. And there was a manufacturing center right in the city. Singapore, where my best friend lived and I could see her whenever I wanted. It was like these men had walked in and fate handed me this opportunity. I listened carefully for ways I could make my case, questions I could ask to impress them. Anything to work for this company.mba, work