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November 02, 2003 I had to call this guy to inform him of the interview date and his grandmother answered the phone. Immediately, I exchanged my formal, business like tone for a polite and respectful one. She was a sweet lady…called me ‘beta’ and offered to take a message because he was not at home. I didn’t want to give away too many details partly because the phone call was to have an informal chat and THEN call him for an interview. As soon as she heard ‘job’, ‘interview’ she got excited and assured me that he’ll be back soon and she’ll make sure that HE calls me. I promised I’ll call back myself and before I could thank her…she poured prayers on me…and I could tell they were heartfelt. She wished that God paves way for anyone in pain; she wished me luck and happiness. I felt extremely guilty afterwards…I knew if he wasn’t impressive enough he would be bumped off for a famous and more reputable university graduate. I knew the dreams and hopes attached to this guy and I could actually picture the way the family would condole him, the phrases they would use, ‘There would be other BETTER jobs’, ‘Maybe it’s God wish’, ‘Your so talented…just be patient…don’t worry’. Maybe it’s just my paranoia but it seemed like he really needed the job, maybe he had a huge family to support? Whatever the reasons, I couldn’t shrug the feeling that I would play a part in him getting hired. As if that paranoia wasn’t enough I thought about all the OTHER applicants and I wished I had one huge company and lots of money and I could hire EVERYONE. I highly doubt I would make a good Human Resource person…how would I disapprove raises when people tell me how they need to send their kids to good schools? How would I reject holidays to take care of sick parents? How would I be able to fire non-performers? This business world is a brutal, cruel and nasty place and I'm getting a taste of it all. (5:01 AM) ~`~
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