There are tortures and there are tortures
And then there are interviews
Bloodless, deceptively humane,
Modern man’s conniving ruse.
The plush office interiors
Shiveringly over-cooled
The polite cordiality
But I’m not fooled!
An interview’s still an interview
A scary, unnerving ordeal
One that I have to smile and suffer
No matter how I feel.
Icy fingers hidden under the table
Lips still dry, but breathing stable
(How difficult can it possibly be? -
a friendly chat over coffee!)
Somehow the pep talk fails to bring
The usual confidence and ease
Resignedly clearing my throat, I say,
“Send in the first candidate please.”
(22nd November 2006. Reliving what I felt when I, for the first time, took two interviews on 17th November 2006, the day I also completed 7 months in the company.)
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