Journal Chira's Journal: A piece of meat 3
I borrow the topic from Mekkab, I like it.
I saw an advertisement about flight attendants needed by the Royal Jordanian Airline, so I went to the head office last Wednesday. Actually, I called to ask the location of the office first. Well, a man answered it and he asked me why I made the phone call. I told him that I wanted to apply for the job. He interupted me immediately by asking me where I got the ad. I told him that I got it from a newspaper then I was about to ask the office location. He immediatedly interupted me (again), he said that I should do as the newspaper said. My first thought was this man must be in a bad mood and there weren't any details about his office. Anyway, I did ask him after he finished yelling at me.
Well, I went there with my sweetie. On the way, we talked about the interview and how to prove my English skills. I worried that it was the international airline, so the employees must be quite good in foreign languages, especially English. Obviously, I misunderstand. I got to the office about 1.30 hours early.
Then an old flight attendant came in and told 20 women outside her office that she was ready to accept the application. I was the first, so I gave my resume and certificate to her. She looked at only the resume and yelled at me that I didn't have to tell her about my work experiences, my English skills, my former salaries or anything! What she needed to know were only height and weight! I felt like she fired a shotgun to my head. It didn't make any sense: the international airline wanted flight attendants who might or might not be able to speak English. I wondered if they could communicate with passengers.
However, I walked to the other room to interview. The interviewer looked at my resume and asked me what degree I wanted to use to apply. I asked her if I could use my third year degree (the ad mentioned that the candidates must have high school degree or diploma). She said that I couldn't use it because I should use the one that I finished. Then she asked me again what degree I wanted to use to apply. Uh ... I mentioned everything about my education background in the resume, in order from latest to earliest. So, if she didn't allow me to use the first one on the list then she could see the second one that I could use, right? Then ... why did she keep asking the same sentence? ... She probably interviewed people for thousand times: if the applicant couldn't use something then they would use the one that they could. And all details were on the resume. Why didn't she ask any informative questions? Something like what I could do for them and their customers ... that kind of shit?
Fuck it. I told her that everything was on my resume then I went home.
Like Mekkab said, a piece of meat. IMHO, Royal Jordanian's meat is on a plane where the customers can stick their fingers on the meat and say ... "Ummm juicy and delicious". One day, a customer will stick his pinky on that meat and say "Ummm it's rotten," then it will be the time for the airline to find the new meat.
Where will you be? In the trash ...
What will you do? Say to yourself "Ummm I know that this meat doesn't exist. But the Matrix is telling me that it is juicy and delicious."
It will be too late to be something else.
I saw an advertisement about flight attendants needed by the Royal Jordanian Airline, so I went to the head office last Wednesday. Actually, I called to ask the location of the office first. Well, a man answered it and he asked me why I made the phone call. I told him that I wanted to apply for the job. He interupted me immediately by asking me where I got the ad. I told him that I got it from a newspaper then I was about to ask the office location. He immediatedly interupted me (again), he said that I should do as the newspaper said. My first thought was this man must be in a bad mood and there weren't any details about his office. Anyway, I did ask him after he finished yelling at me.
Well, I went there with my sweetie. On the way, we talked about the interview and how to prove my English skills. I worried that it was the international airline, so the employees must be quite good in foreign languages, especially English. Obviously, I misunderstand. I got to the office about 1.30 hours early.
Then an old flight attendant came in and told 20 women outside her office that she was ready to accept the application. I was the first, so I gave my resume and certificate to her. She looked at only the resume and yelled at me that I didn't have to tell her about my work experiences, my English skills, my former salaries or anything! What she needed to know were only height and weight! I felt like she fired a shotgun to my head. It didn't make any sense: the international airline wanted flight attendants who might or might not be able to speak English. I wondered if they could communicate with passengers.
However, I walked to the other room to interview. The interviewer looked at my resume and asked me what degree I wanted to use to apply. I asked her if I could use my third year degree (the ad mentioned that the candidates must have high school degree or diploma). She said that I couldn't use it because I should use the one that I finished. Then she asked me again what degree I wanted to use to apply. Uh
Fuck it. I told her that everything was on my resume then I went home.
Like Mekkab said, a piece of meat. IMHO, Royal Jordanian's meat is on a plane where the customers can stick their fingers on the meat and say
Where will you be? In the trash
What will you do? Say to yourself "Ummm I know that this meat doesn't exist. But the Matrix is telling me that it is juicy and delicious."
It will be too late to be something else.
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