Chapter 297

• "Relax, my handsome son, go ahead, this time I blushed, but it was one of the things I didn't like either, being flattered, because I only saw myself as a common guy like any other of the boys my age, and maybe those things hadn't crossed my mind yet, I didn't have the malice that I have now.
• So I started walking to find the bus. One of the things I was looking for was to arrive quite early because I knew that behind me there would be a long line waiting for the same job I was applying for. This had me quite pensive because I suffered from anxiety attacks. But nevertheless, I had to face things and this trip I was about to take would not be in vain. That was more than clear to me, so I took the bus that would take me to the company. Inside, there were people who surely worked or something like that. I didn't feel comfortable feeling bad smells inside, but it was what I had to endure, all to prove to my mother that I could do this, what I wanted so much. She always worked to make me feel useless, maybe because I had never worked before, and it would be my first time. So all I had to do at that moment was try to calm my anxiety and give my best in this blessed interview. I had already studied a bit about the company I would be visiting, a textile company dedicated to making clothes and normal things. One of the recommendations I saw in the tutorial was that I had to pretend that none of the things happening around me were affecting me. After spending so many hours on the bus, my head was about to explode. I felt quite stressed, and the trip had hit me so hard that my eyes were closing on their own. Perhaps the heaviness was finally consuming me, but there was little time left to reach the company. I looked at my watch, and I still had about 20 minutes left for the interview, but I had calculated that the bus would be a little late. I finally arrived at the entrance. I remember it perfectly as if it were yesterday. I had my briefcase in my hands, and my hands were sweating even more, and I hadn't even reached the interview yet. However, I looked at the huge line against the wall. There were girls and boys, maybe around my age, I say because it was good to assume the age of people in the city. I couldn't afford to fail. I positioned myself behind a woman, maybe she was older than me, and she had some documents in her hands. Maybe she was looking for the same thing as me. But at that moment, I decided to start a small conversation, which was not good for those things, but just like that, I didn't have to talk to him. At that moment, I also needed a bit of information that I believe wouldn't hurt me."
• "Excuse me, miss, I touched your shoulder to see how you were doing. Are you looking for a job? I think that once there was a good person, meanwhile, I was quite shy and I think that is one of the advantages of being a quiet guy because the truth is that those who talk a lot are the ones who do the least, while the quiet ones are the ones who miss out on a lot more things. But well, I was having a conversation with this woman, but I think she had nothing to entertain me, so I cut the conversation short and it seemed like the line was still moving. Like the other people, I kept waiting for my turn. After several hours, there were two people in that little house who were checking the documentation of the people before entering the company. They communicated through transmitters in each of their pockets. They asked me my name, my age, and the purpose of the interview. It was a bit uncomfortable to answer all those questions because I was already getting out of what was going to happen. After that uncomfortable moment, we were allowed to go inside. There were many hallways and I was quite lost, I didn't even know where the bathrooms were. Imagine how lost I was. But I had to keep going, following the other people. I assumed that they were all going in the same direction, so wherever they went, I would go too. After a long time, we finally found a room that was full of glass, it looked quite elegant and I assumed it was where the interviews were held. There were plush sofas in the waiting area. A girl welcomed me and indicated for me to sit down. I felt so comfortable at that moment, I even wished I had one of those sofas in my house. But for now, I couldn't ask for it. All I wanted was a job and that's what I was looking for. I looked around and saw well-dressed people, I even thought I was the least respectful towards material things. But that didn't matter to me at all. Some people were quite nervous, you could tell by how they fidgeted with their feet or with their hands. But I wasn't the only one nervous, I smiled inside because it wouldn't be comforting. All I wanted was to finish that stupid interview and be told what was going to happen. I didn't like beating around the bush. If things were going to happen, just say it straight. I didn't like the fake emotions people put on, pretending to be someone they were not. I didn't have much to say in that place, so all I could do was wait for my turn. At that moment, a robust man arrived with documents in his hands. Perhaps he was the one in charge of the names of the interviewees. He asked for my name and age, and I answered him. I was behind the place, so it wouldn't be bad to see what the other people were doing before it was my turn. The man finally finished the interview with another person and there were only two turns left before it was my turn. I tried to do some breathing exercises because the anxiety was growing and if I kept on like that, all my answers would be a mess. I wouldn't be able to get the job I wanted. The man finally came out of the interview and by his expression, it seemed like it didn't go well. I wanted to ask him what was happening inside, but I felt too embarrassed. The good thing was that I saw a woman who seemed quite composed in front of us. She asked the guy how it went and he immediately replied that it went badly, that the interviewer was very strict and wouldn't overlook anything. It was enough reason for me to feel even more nervous than I already was. I had been preparing myself mentally for two things: first, to get the job, and second, the terrifying thought of not getting it. Anything was possible in this situation and I had to learn to accept whatever destiny had in store for me. Because since I was a child, I was taught that whatever happened, good or bad, was the key to success as an adult. I had to follow in my father's and mother's footsteps, who had supported me all this time and provided the necessary encouragement to achieve the goals I set for myself every day. The hours passed and the ticking of the clock was driving me crazy. I wanted to destroy it completely, but of course, I couldn't do that in public, especially not in this elegant company. The hours passed, the minutes passed, and the person before me hadn't even come out yet. I found it quite strange. Perhaps she was taking her time, and although many people didn't like her, she seemed successful. Finally, I saw her heels descending the stairs. This time, the woman, Selena, seemed quite cheerful. I think she had succeeded after all, and I felt genuinely happy for her. So much so that I gathered the courage to talk to her and congratulate her because she was very good. She had the documents in her hand, which meant she was going through the interview process and it was going well for her. Maybe it would go well for me too. Suddenly, the same man who had been hiding came up to me and said it was my turn next. I stood up, gathered my things, and straightened up. It was at that moment that I felt every step I took towards the door was crucial. Finally, I reached the door, and I had to decide whether to open it or just go back home. Perhaps I wouldn't meet the company's standards, but I had to make a decision and face the consequences. I opened the door and saw a woman who was about two years older than me, wearing glasses, with loose hair, and sitting in front of a computer. She seemed startled when she saw me.