In order to balance out my study life and actual real world life, I force myself to do regular socials. Few weeks ago, there was a nice social for expats so I and my friend went there. We met a fellow foreigner (wait…can I say “fellow foreigner?”) who was just transferred from Japan. Since my friend and I both lived in Japan and speak Japanese, we formed a nice little Japanese bubble. During the follow-up emails and such, he suggested me to send a copy of my resume. I did, and ta-dah, the interview came along.
Now, after having been duped several times and experienced multiple interviews with domestic and international employers, I don’t hold my hopes high. However, I thought this might be a good opportunity for me. I lived in Japan/Korea/US, know the local culture very well, and speak Japanese, Korean and English fluently. The company was sort of business consulting, specialized for westerners trying to enter Asian market. The office wasn’t far from my place either, which was a bonus point.
So I went to the office. Thought they seriously lacked personnel in the office, I did not mind, knowing the company just opened their Korean office few months ago. I was to be interviewed by my reference-person’s boss (either British or American), who is in Korea for a business trip. The surrounding looked alright, given that I tend to work better with non-Koreans. I came prepared. I read off their company website, read job description, thought of few typical interview answers – such as, “tell me about yourself” – and took a copy of my own resume. There I was, ready to play catch-ball with questions, waiting for my interviewers to throw the questions in. Instead, the interviewer went on and on for about +20 minutes, explaining what their company does. I appreciate his thoughtfulness, but I really think he could have cut it down to 10 minutes. He saw my copies of his company website and I told him I read the company website. Growing up under Korean parents who have zero tolerance on impolite behavior, I am brainwashed to not to ever cut off when someone is talking (even more so if he is my potential boss). What could I do? Just nod, smile and let him finish. Thus, after that 20+ minutes I was pretty exhausted.
Then he asked, “have you read our job description?”
Well hello, I’m already DOING the interview for the very position, and who on earth with their right mind doesn’t even read job description and go to the interview?!?!?!
Finally we moved on to questions. Which made me feel a bit uncomfortable, if not strange – because, according to my experience, a lot of interview is about what kind of person I am. Thus many questions, if not all, are about your strength, weakness, unseen experiences on resume, background, etc. I don’t think he asked any of that…except that he asked where do I see myself in future. Now that I think of it, I think he just asked it because he felt he needs to do. Generally all the questions felt like he is either quizzing me with answers already in his mind, or “Can you do this? that? this?” Most of them, I think, can be inferred from my resume…but this is a subjective opinion so I’ll put it aside. Then as he answered my questions, I was further confused. In the beginning, he said whether I am familiar with high-tech industry (which I answered, “well given that I am fast-learner and always curious person…” blah blah, you know the drill). Then, in the end, he said they are looking for generalists. Er…sorry, so your job description is…?
I came back to home after the interview. Took a short break, checked my e-mails and LinkedIn, and changed to do some workout. It would be a good idea to pick up my pants, which I left to local seamstress shop because the pants were a bit too long for me. Few days ago, I left my perfectly fine and new two pairs of Uniqlo pants to the seamstress shop. She said she make the adjustment by Wednesday. So I visited there Wednesday. She said it’s not ready yet. Honestly, I wonder how long does it take to shorten your pants, especially when you already pin-tucked your pants with the length you want. Oh well. I went back today. I said my address and told her I left two pairs of pants for length adjustment.
Then the seamstress was going here and there, looking for my pants. She said she doesn’t see them. I said:
Ceberus: Well, I left two pairs of pants for length adjustment. Don’t you remember?
Seamstress: I don’t see them though…
Ceberus: A pair of jeans and another pair of black pants?
Seamstress: (blank face) Er…could you describe it for me?
Yeah, like it is so easy to describe your own pair of jean. Unless you are talking about some limited edition premium jeans with swarovski crystals on the butt or grand decoration, how can you really describe your jeans? Oh it’s blue and there’s white washing on your knees?
Ceberus: Well, it’s from Uniqlo.
Seamstress: (another blank face, searching for the rack)
Seamstress: I will have to look for it…can you come back later?
Ceberus: I can’t believe this. You put another day of delay, and now you are saying my pants are gone. Fine.
I was on the border line of getting late for my workout, so I backed out. After the workout, I visited the shop again.
Ceberus: well, did you find it?
Seamstress: You’ll have to come back tomorrow.
Ceberus: …(visibly unhappy) Do you mean, you found the pants but it’s not done, or you just don’t know where the heck my pants are?
Seamstress: (smile) Well…I’ll have to look for them.
Like seriously. What can I say. How hard it is to track down your customer’s stuff? I’m not talking about she should have a grandiose account managing system. All she needs to do is tuck the memo or copy of receipt on each hanger. I almost wanted to unleash the hellfire but I was too tired. I just gave her a visible eye roll, and dashed out without talking. I will visit her tomorrow, and if she has not located my pants’ whereabouts, I’ll have to make her pay for the pants. But then, that means I’ll have to do shopping again, just to buy identical pairs of pants. Fudge…alright, empty-brain time.
I logged on to internet. Then, I found a cheaper deal than the pair of ankle boots I ordered a few days ago – my old boots are so very old, it’s visibly falling apart. So I tried to cancel my old order. But they say, by the store policy, cancellation is not possible.
Those three happened all in one day. One fucking day. I am so sure that someone high up in the sky got pretty bored, rolled a dice, and made me his/her prank target for today.