My First Job Offer Part 1
by Sandie Angel
Sunday, March 21, 2010
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(Fictional novel in progress)
How old are you? 17, I lied.
I was 15 going onto 16. It didn't really matter anyway, because all Chinese girls were small. I was skinny and small, with tiny hands and feet.
He acted like he believed me, and continued to look at my "made-up" resume, and asked me some questions. Then he leaned to the back of his chair; adjusted his glasses, and looked seriously through them for a second.
Suddenly without any warnings, he asked, "So, how much do you know about our company?"
Duh! Nothing...I suppose. I thought.
I stared at him and smiled, and then told him the truth, "Well, your company's name doesn't say much of what you do, so I don't really know that much. I'm sorry."
He paused for a second, and probably did not really expect me to answer him the way I did. For a moment, I thought, "Oh well...not much I can do now if he doesn't want to hire me."
Then suddenly, he began telling me about the company, as if I was really interested in what he had to say. I sat there listening, and kept nodding my head just to make it look like I was interested in learning about the company.
I've got to at least show him some interest in the company. - I told myself. So I kept on nodding my head once in a while even though I wasn't really paying much attention anyway to what he was saying.
Then he paused, and my heart just skipped a beat.
Oh, no! What was it that he had been saying now? Ah shit! I should have paid more attention! What if he wants to ask me another question again?
I sat there wrecking my brain; frantically trying to remember what was it the last words that he had just spoken.
"So, do you have any questions for me so far?" he asked.
Huh? Questions for him? I didn't know I was supposed to ask him some questions! What am I supposed to be asking him about? I sat there, wrecking my brain again to come up with a question that I could ask him.
"No, thank you! No, not at the moment anyway," I finally answered.
Oh well, I probably blew this interview anyway. Why would he want to hire someone who doesn't know anything about his company? And then would not even pay attention to him when he speaks.
He continued to read my "made-up" resume. I sat there in silence - for what seemed like an eternity! Then he spoke again. "So when will you be available to begin work?"
I couldn't believe my ears! No tests or anything, just simply asked me when am I going to be available to begin working!!! I secretly congratulated myself!!!
I quickly put on my thinking cap, and then answered, "How about next Monday? I always like to start work on Mondays." I told him. He seemed satisfied.
"Okay then! Come around at 8:30 on Monday morning to our personnel office. You can fill out some paper work first over there, and then begin your work at 9:00. Office hours here are from 9:00 to 5:00," He smiled.
"Okay, I will. Thank you so much!" I shook his hand and bid him goodbye. I've got a job!!! I secretly shouted with joy inside my head. I couldn't believe it that I had a job
I went back home to tell my mom and dad. They were both very happy for me. Then they asked me, "So what's your salary? How much are you going to be getting paid each month?"
"I don't know," I answered, "He never told me anything about my salary."
"May, you're supposed to know how much you're getting paid before you accept a job offer!" My mom squeezed her eye brows together. Suddenly, I knew exactly what was going through her mind again. Yes, it was pretty dumb of me, wasn't it? - I should have asked that question when the employer asked me, "Do you have any questions for me so far?" - I should have asked him that question then.
"Oh May! Where was your mind today?" I asked myself.
Later, I lay in my bed for the whole weekend long, just thinking about how dumb I was, and worrying if the employer was going to pay me less for not asking him that question about my salary; but it all turned out well when Monday came around, and I found out that I was being paid the same salary as one who had been working there for almost two years already; so I was quite satisfied with that. I told my mom, and she seemed rather happy about my salary too, so I must have been making good money then.
It didn't really matter anyway, for I had to surrender my whole pay check to her every time I got paid, because the family needed the funds.
To be continued...
Copyright © Sandie May Joyce
March 21, 2010
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|Reviewed by Charlie
|This is great, May. I can hear your voice in it. --Charlie|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|I like the reality check. So glad you didn't wreck your brain at such a tender age.
|Reviewed by Barbara Terry
|You know Sandie that in job interviews I never asked what my pay rate would be. I let them tell me in the interview, which most employers do. But I have had interviews like the one you write aobut here, and later on when I beat myself up about it, I have to laugh because I don't really think he was really expecting any real answers or questions. I am glad the interview landed you a job, and I had to do basically the same thing from my paycheck too because we needed the funds. But I was still able to put a little away each check so I could move in to my own place. Thank you for sharing this elightening piece.
May the Lord Bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and walk by your side. With love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your den sister Barbie
|Reviewed by Sheri Uy
|Sandie, this is just so real. It happens to many people esp. in my country. I am looking forward to reading more of you. Peace and love in Christ.
|Reviewed by Darkest Angel (Reader)
|This is the beginning of a great biography, and I hope it turns milestones, like this one, throughout. It is very interesting, how you write.|
|Reviewed by m j hollingshead
|glad o see you are back, interesting read|
|Reviewed by Janet Caldwell
|I think that you were brave and at that age, who would know what questions to ask? You did well, look forward to more. xxx|
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
|Sandie you pulled me right into the moment. Enjoyed your story.|
|Reviewed by Paul Judges
|Very well written, Sandie|
|Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen
|I am so glad to see you posting and writing again, you have been misssed
In Christs Love
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|Enjoyed this write...and yes these are the times that instill such big influences that last always..look forward to the cont. welcome back, hope all is well!
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Great write Sandie,and I look forward to the rest! ET|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Price
|What a story. You believed your way into a job. What a hoot. Sorry you had to hand the whole thing over. I would have demanded something from my paycheck but I guess that is the difference of cultural upbrinings. Love it. Liz|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|It didnít really matter anyway, for I had to surrender my whole pay check to her every time I got paid, because the family needed the funds.
A great anecdote, Sandie. I enjoyed this and it is very nice to read you again. Your story reminds me of when we (the children) worked during the summers and we also turned our money over to our parents to help ends meet. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
|Reviewed by TONY NERONE
|Hi Sandie, It really is great to read from YOU again. It brings back memories for me, although after I was discharged from the Navy I had my pick of trainee jobs. Please keep writing here I used to enjoy reading your stories very much.
GOD BLESS YOU
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|Yes, I, too, hope a lot of young people read this, Sandie...it should be prescribed text...they would learn a lot and maybe appreciate what it's really like when you have to try hard.
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|I hope lots of young people read this, Sandie. Far too many youngsters today expect everything to be just handed to them, without any work involved, at all.|
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|Thanks Karen and Fee!! Yeah, I went to work at 15. Was pulled out from school. Me,along with another brother of mine went to work, while the other siblings stayed back in school. Reason was that me and my brother were not making good grades; but it was alright I don't resent that, I was happy to be out of school anyway. Later, I caught up in colleges over here in Canada. I just had to take a test before to see if I was qualified to be in college, and I did passed the test. I'm happy at how things had turned out to be.
Sandie Angel :o)
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Well I can certainly empathize with this one for I started work when I was fourteen, went to school all day then worked from 4 till 8 five days a week...and yea the majority of my money went to helping out in a household of eight mouths to feed.
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Great write, Sandie; well done!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D