Write, Write, Write

You woke up at 3a.m. to talk to Georgia Tech graduation center.

You had a German interview at 8 pm of a position at the Frankfurt airport.

Friends ask you how are you doing, the guy on dating App too.

You didn’t, couldn’t, even answer.

Of course you didn’t tell that you swallowed ten tranquilizers before. You almost decided to make yourself all drunk. Because you didn’t speak good German enough. And that for the whole day, you didn’t, couldn’t, concentrate.

But the interviewers are nice. They were tolerating my German, to the extent that I felt ashamed. But then I thought of Cedric, he’s nice to me, he never felt ashamed. There are so many things you want to ask, and in the end you remained smile, and silenced. No, No, No, shut up.

“We have a lot of candidates for now, and we will tell you our decision. If it’s a yes, then there will be a second round interview with HR.”

I felt like a middle-aged women, haven’t stepped into the working field for decades. And felt ashamed. So I wrote, wrote, wrote. Now I don’t cry anymore, what’s the shame?

Will I get the job?

Tick, tick, tick.