Today I went for a dinner interview.
Due to a big mess up in times with the recruiter and my supposed future employer and pouring rain, I was nearly 3 hours late for my interview.
"You are the epitome of arrogance. You waltz in here, 3 hours late, order yourself a beer and have the audacity to face the other way and check out the entire bar. " Future boss takes a sip of his drink. "When can you start?"
Done and done. We sealed the deal. I got the job. He briefed me on the recent projects, penciled me into a lunch meeting he has with one of his clients coming Monday.
After 22 kamikaze shots and 15 Heinekens, his business partner and my friend who had later joined us for a mini celebration were forced to go get "Indian stuff to eat" because "he is English and that's what English people do after drinking."
Half past ten, we sat around dishes of alogobi and nans and resumed our conversation on the projects. I was aboslutely psyched that he was intending to let me handle the up coming music festival, I didn't see that coming ! I mean it's huge! What I also didn't see coming was that he decided that mid way through the conversation, he decides to throw a prawn at me. Maybe English people do that when they are drunk, go to indian restuatants and call all the waitstaff muthu and throw prawns at each other but whatever it is,
HE THREW A FUCKING PRAWN AT ME.
There it was, the prawn, glistering in slimy green curry sitting on my lap. He proceeded to tell me, "You are a star, continue shining bright... cause if you don't.. I'll fire you." All this being said, with the bloody prawn sitting there, almost greening-ly mockingly in the bright contrast of my newly bought black pencil skirt.
What the fuck?
