After another interview I try to navigate my way in the corrupt Jamaican System.
My normal day to day routine was simply home, work and church.
Life had other plans for me after one free drive with Mr. Mysterious, his exotic life and dangerous n...
The taxi came to a halt at Chalets Co. and I made my way out.
It come in like the man all raise the fare pon mi, no sah.
My frustration died down when my eyes were captured by the beauty of the building.
Stepping through the doors the bright chandeliers and sleek designs caught my attention. Making my way to the receptionist with my smile wide, I scanned the entire floor, the architect surely didn't disappoint.
My excitement was short lived when she did not return my greeting instead she wore a frown.
"How may I help you?" She asked with her attitude evident. Her name card says Vanessa Blair.
"Good morning, I came for an interview as-"
"I'll send you to the HR department, go straight ahead, take the first elevator on your right and from there you'll ask questions to whoever you see" she interrupted, rushing her words.
Looking at her puzzled she sighed heavily repeating the instructions slowly.
Nodding my head and gracing her with a smile I made my way to the first elevator on the left.
Was that what she even said...? ————————-•
No thanks to Miss Receptionist but I found my way, I'm now sitting and waiting with about roughly thirty other persons. More persons enter the waiting area by the minutes. They all look to be no younger than twenty six years old and no older than forty five.
They all have two things in common, they all look sophisticated and elite embodying refinement and exclusivity.
Rich
It nuh look like mi stand a chance, a little country girl from a bad area amids all these people that seem to be of high class.
From Louboutin heels to Chanel handbags to Rolex watches, this isn't my style.
Feeling self conscious I clutch my already stripping Steven Madden handbag closely to my chest and cross my legs at the ankle trying to hide my already worn out black heels.
Suddenly a woman cries hysterically as she walks out off the closed door that we all are waiting to enter. This continues for hours, as one leaves the waiting area with their head held high they come out either crying or loudly hissing their teeth. Some don't even stay in the room for a good ten minutes.
Well at least dem a bawl ina one BMW or Ford going home.
Nibbling on a Granola bar that I bought with me, I think of the odds.
If all these high class people can't buy their way into this organization, I have a chance, a slim one however.
Maybe this is a one in a hundred organization that doesn't judge you because of where you're from or what you own.
I am distracted from my burdening thoughts when the clinking of heels comes in from the far distance. A light skin woman enters the room looking awfully stunning in her Chanel white skirt suit paired with her Saint Laurent heels and white Lorvae shades to match.
She sat two seats across for me. Greeting her good morning she stares me down judgmentally then scoffs removing her glasses not gracing me with a response.
I inwardly smile, welp her attitude didn't match her appearance.
Manners can skate pon toll? —————————————-•
O' C O N N O R🍂
Stepping through the automatic glass doors the air conditioner greets me.
I dread walking this path.
The receptionists greet me but one stands out, not in a good way. Blair stares at me lustfully and greets me good morning. Nodding, I make my way to the first elevator on my right.
Feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket I inwardly roll my eyes seeing that my personal assistant couldn't wait to get his job started.
Him nuh have nuh woman, morning just light
"Smith" I answered
"Good morning Mr. O' Connor, you are scheduled to be at an interview viewing now and also Mr. McCalumn sent an invite to his dinner, he says that you always sit them out and he'd love to discuss business with you there". He said in one breath.
Pinching the bridge of my nose I welcome the work and the worst part of it all, the speaking.
Listening to him rant about all the meetings that I have today I sigh waiting on the elevator to come down the different floors.
The doors open to reveal two men, seeming to be from the Information Technology Department. They both greet me good morning as they step out.
Stepping in the elevator I ascend gracefully up the floors, feeling the gentle sway as I'm being transported to a new level, it's a smooth and convenient way to navigate between the different parts of a building, saving time and effort.
Hearing the ding sound it indicates that I am on the Sales floor, as I enter everyone stands up from their desk and all chit chat stops.
"Good morning Mr. O'Connor" they all greet in unison. They sound like tired students greeting their principal on a Monday morning in school assembly.
Gracing them with a quick good morning I continue walking, Smith spots me on the way and starts reminding me of my schedule he said glancing at his tablet every now and then.
"Yuh just call mi phone Smith" I say in matter-of-factly tone.
He nods but continues "Sir you have the interview viewing now for the post of Sales and Marketing Officer, all the candidates are in that room. Apologies for lateness from Mr Whyte, he won't be able to be here in time for the interview siting." he pointed.
"Do I have any meetings now?"
"Uhm sir you have a meeting with Honarable Nigel Clarke, Minister of Finance at 10:30, but last time you told me to push it back" he spoke scrolling on his tablet.
Even my employee has my life set out better than me
"Alright Smith, you handle the interviews and I'll do the meeting Clarke" he then stares at me bewildered.
"But sir, what should I do in the sales interview-" he questions
"Look for someone who you think would make an immediate impact and would be an asset to Chalet Corporation" I said to lighten the mood.
"But sir-" I give him a pat on the shoulder.
"Respect Smith, check your account this evening" I say immediately walking away to call Dwayne, he is the manager for the sales department.
"Yow Whyte which apologies fi lateness dat" I questioned not beating around the bush.
"Good morning Mr O' Connor, I'll be running a bit late this morning I'm sorry I didn't run it by you before."
"Meeting with Clarke at 10:30, discussing accounts and numbers, be there" I said in a monotone
"But sir I-" instantly hanging up I head to the interview site deciding to see what these candidates have to offer.
Walking in they all stand from the long glass table greeting me. I pull my jacket button and plop down in my plush chair with Miss James and Jackson on my left and Mr Jones and Smith to my right.
"Morning security, send them in" I instructed nodding to him. —————————————-•—————————————
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