Foreigner

Prologue : Unexpected Opening.

"Thank you for meeting me in such a manner, a shame that we haven't been properly introduced to each other before this interview." A man in his thirties wearing a slightly tired but relaxed expression sits in a cramped room with only a table and two chairs. He sits on one side of the table with a slouching position, possibly because it's way too late to his liking.

I sit across him, but in a much more tense position than before. I felt biles in my body slowly erupting, as if reality finally caught up to me and now I suffer the consequences of my inner turmoil.

The man remains ignorant to my inner panic as he continues, "My name is ######### and I am the one who will be interview you personally to see if you can be apart of my team." He explains as he adjusted his posture. Athough trying to be professional, he continues to remain in a slouched position. Possibly showing his rather carefree demeanour, this man already looked like he didn't have to work at all to get the position.

The interview goes on, I answered as best as I could. However, the whole time I was rather put off at his posture, face and personality. He didn't give me the impression of someone who is capable of leading about 100 teams. The job ad that I saw states that he has about 20 experiences in managing and yet, he didn't give that impression. His suit was uneven, unkempt as if done purposely to show the slacker side of him. He has pink jelly stuck on his bottom lip, must have had a donut or any kind of sweet treat before coming here.

Long hours passed, we concluded the interview. I thought I did alright. I presented myself as someone who is hard working, easily adapted to new surroundings and willing to learn something new everyday. However, he soon tells me, "I'm sorry, we will be going for someone else. Thanks for applying."

I walked out of the building and started to head for home. It was yet again another rejection. Why was I rejected? Did they wanted someone even better? Or do they even want someone in the position they posted?

I kept walking along, seeing the nearby bakery shop crowded by early birds. Needing their breakfast before work, in the hot and scorching sun they dare to even ask for hot coffee. Some people are just savages with an ill intention. I caught a whiff of the newly baked goods and made me pause in my steps. Although the job interview was a bust, I will at least treat myself to a sweet as a bandaid over my already depressed mind.

Entering the bakery, I was distracted by the many freshly smells of baked goods on display. Ranging from simple bread to other goods like baguettes, even the coffee they brew was freshly made. The patrons must be here already judging by the staff already pre-making a few selected treats. The patrons ranged from a typical sleepy businessman, a woman with ambition to an excited young child wanting that sweet donut.

I lined up at the already long queue, I didn't mind waiting for my order but I noticed a few undesirable customers. Some were clicking their tongues or snapping fingers at the only worker in the restaurant. I feel bad for the poor young lady who has to take care of the baked goods, the cash register, and the customers who were born impatient. She hurriedly gave the order and took the money. Although small, I can see her being stressed out as the queue get smaller and smaller. The customers made snide remarks on how this place is still so short staffed.

I finally walk up to the counter. The employee greets me with her best smile, it was strained but effort was there. "I'll just have the simple bread and tea." I spoke as she writes down what I ordered. Although she seemed surprised that someone ordered tea instead of coffee, she couldn't help but make a comment on the sudden change of beverage. "Not much of a coffee person?" She inquired, she was curious. The truth is, I didn't order coffee as I noticed on how this close to being broken it was. I kept it to myself and simply replied with, "Well, I suppose yes." I didn't have the heart to tell her that, for that she already look so stressed out of her mind that she may experience a breakdown if I say a word.