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...
Browsing through the large pile of documents on the table I scan the names.
Anson, Black, Blake, Crawford, Deans, Walker, Wilson, Daley, Williams, White and many more. I'll only stay for a few.
With my head still down browsing through the files I didn't hear when the first candidate walked in.
"Good morning Miss Anson" James greeted.
"Good morning everyone" she answered chewing loudly. That caught my attention. Looking up I saw a brown girl in a very short dress. Scratch that a mini dress and a black jacket.
"Tell us your full name and why you'd like to work here" Smith reasoned.
Quickly retrieving a paper from her folder she begins to read.
"I would love to work at your esteemed institution because I will benefit from you guys and I will be able to afford what I want". She sounds muffled. Looking up her left arm is Akimbo and the paper is directly in front of her face.
"So Miss Anson, how will you be an asset to Chilet Corporation?" Jackson asked.
She pauses before responding "I will help with the Sales and Marketing of the company and in school I did marketing" she wandered from the question.
No shit Sherlock, you obviously applied for the post of Sales and Marketing Officer.
"What are some skills you possess" Jackson asked again.
"I am a team player, I have good listening skills, critical thinking skills and I can make money"
Next...
"Miss Anson, what would you want your starting sal-"
"Next" I said interrupting Jones.
Heaving a sigh they all started chuckling, I didn't. I need real people to work in my organization.
Hungry people are what I am searching for, I have no business in where you're from or what you own.
As Romeish said it would be better if you had 90 percent skills and 10 percent talent.
We all have a starting point.
————————-• "Next" I said sighing after a spoiled brat comes in the room ranting.
"Send the other candidate" I voiced
"Good morning" I voiced to Mr Blake
"Good morning sir" he said sounding intimidated and terrified.
"Good morning Mr Blake, please tell us a little about yourself" James spoke.
Tapping my fingers on the table impatiently I mentally groan, send him out already.
"I am a team player, a critical thinker and I am good at public speaking".
And yet you come in here trembling... sure. That wasn't even the question
"Next" I said throwing his document in the bin.
After a series of me saying "Next" and me pointing to the door I was now at my last straw.
Listening to Miss Daley ramble about her Daddy's money and how he could make an impact, I'm wondering if she's applying for herself or for her father.
"What's your father's name" I questioned meeting her eyes.
"His name is John Daley sir" she said seductively, rocking.
"I don't see his file here, are you applying for him or yourself" I said.
Pointing to the door I crumble her file throwing it in the bin.
"Yanique Williams" I muttered, nice name and a pretty face.
Checking the time I see it is 9:09 deciding not to stick around any longer I make my way out.
Heading to my office I see yet another sophisticated woman entering the waiting area for the interviews cladded in a very short white skirt suit. Paying her no mind I continued walking, back into the elevator I ascend to my floor and into my office.
These candidates have nothing that I am searching for. ————————-•
Y A N I Q U E W I L L I A M S🍂
"Miss Williams," the security officer called out, his voice echoing through the bustling room as he scanned the crowd for my presence.
The weight of his gaze settling on me signaled that it was my moment, and the nerves kicked in, causing beads of sweat to form on my brow, a clear sign of my anxiety.
Gathering my important documents from the seat beside me, my trembling hands almost let them slip due to the clamminess brought on by the tension in the air.
Mi clumsy like that
Adjusting my black pencil skirt with a quick tug, I took a deep breath to steady myself before walking towards the door, each step feeling like a journey through a maze of uncertainty and anticipation.
"Before you step inside, remember to switch off your phone," he advises me calmly. Without hesitation, I respond with a courteous "okay sir" as I power down my trusty Samsung A12 and carefully tuck it away in my handbag.
As I secure my phone, a mischievous snicker catches my attention from behind. I pivot on my heel to find Miss Chanel, with a playful grin, clearly finding amusement in the situation.
Okay...
With a deep breath, I stride forward, crossing the threshold into the room. The atmosphere shifts as I am met by a group of four imposing figures.
Positioned strategically around a sleek glass table are two formidable women to the right and two stern men to the left. The conspicuous absence of a person in the central seat hints at the presence of an individual yet to arrive or had left earlier, adding an air of mystery to the encounter.
"Good morning" I greet, only one person answered.
"Good morning my name is Miss James, Jackson, Mr Smith and Mr Jones" they all chimed in respectively stating their names.
Here goes nothing. ————————————•—————————————— Thought? 💭
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