Search Engine, HR Company, FMCG, Chintu Candy, and then a Bank—All of them have one thing in common. I clear every round, and then gingerly walk into the final selection round, and they screw me. Shoot arbit questions, and except equally arbit answers. Sounds like a decent deal? Yeah! No matter how well I answer or retort back the verdict remains the same. Thanks but no thanks! Did I forget something? – There was an IT company which happily eliminated me in Round-1, Thank you folks.
The final count is 6 shootouts in a row; if you include Cola then its 7. I got placed in the Cola Company, and it fizzled out.
Job hunting is – depressing? Not wait, let’s not demonize it, we’ll call it disappointing and disheartening. Positive thinking, pep talks to self, bitching, clearing the head, the best friends pat on your back, and fellow junta who say – this too shall pass, works to an extent; but somewhere deep down inside it gets to you. What If — is a scary term. :-/
All is not dead. Legend says – those who persevere will be rewarded. I still have another 5 months to go. But being un-placed for 45 days makes you a little jittery. There is still a little trump card; it’s a little too early to talk about.
So near yet so far…
I need Hobbes! A life size stuffed tiger, Height 5.3 inches, preferably cuddly. I know it sounds like I’m on my way to Nuts-ville; courtesy a friend. But it would be great to have an imaginary friend- crap, yap, crib, do whatever I want :D
You can courier the toy tiger. And remember the birthday is coming up in another 3 months (yeah, I counted the days).
**You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocketship underpants don't help.**
So innocent, yet so poignant. I know what it feels like!