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Maxwell had not held a steady job in almost two years. Today was a big day,
because he was going to a job interview that he felt good about. The secretary
he had talked to on the phone sounded friendly and encouraging.
Maxwell was a typist. His fingers danced on the keyboard. However, his
people skills were not nearly as good as his typing skills. Sometimes his mouth
got in the way of his employment. At his last steady job, his boss had told him
to start making coffee every morning. Maxwell laughed. “I’m not making coffee,”
he said. “It’s not part of my job description.”
“Read the employee manual again,” his boss said. “Your job description is
anything I say it is.”
“That’s a woman’s job,” said Maxwell. “Do it yourself.”
His boss was still yelling as Maxwell walked out of the building. He felt
great about telling off the boss. A few days later, the reality of not having a
job hit home. He had to pay the rent and utility bills, and he had to eat. What
was he going to do?
He thought about apologizing and asking for his job back. But how would
that look? Then again, who cares how it looks when you’re almost broke? After
thinking about it for another week, he finally called his boss and apologized.
His boss accepted his apology, but said that he had already hired a
replacement.
Maxwell contacted a temporary job agency, which provided him enough
occasional work to pay his bills. But none of the companies that he was sent to
were hiring. So Maxwell was excited about finally getting an interview for a
steady job.
Maxwell’s drive to the interview was disappointing. The traffic was
congested and the neighborhood looked rough. It took him 45 minutes to get
there. The building was covered with graffiti.
The interview started 30 minutes late. Not bothering to apologize, the
manager lit a cigarette and took a sip from his coffee cup. He leaned back in
his chair and put his feet up on his desk. He asked Maxwell a lot of questions.
Maxwell thought that each question was stupider than the preceding question. The
final question was, “Where would you like to be 10 years from now?”
What does that have to do with typing? Maxwell wondered. Stupid questions
from a rude man in a lousy neighborhood! Where would he like to be 10 years from
now?
“Anywhere but this dump!” Maxwell said angrily, as he stood up and walked
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发表于 2016-7-10 09:21:15