Saturday, October 14, 2006

English translation available below

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When I finished my Sunday dinner shift, I changed into my walking shoes and left the black leather shoes at the restaurant.

It was late when I arrived home, so I took a quick shower and prepared to sleep. My portfolio for the next day’s interview was already printed and arranged on my desk.

I woke up very early on Monday, took a cup of coffee, had a small bowl of noodles, washed my face and prepared to leave. Tidied my hair, put on the clothes, knotted my necktie and slid into the suit.

It was upon putting on my socks that I realised that my black shoes were not here.

Ma chibai!” I cursed, covering my face in dejection. I seem to be quite proficient in Hokkien to be able to use it in such tense situations.

Die. How am I supposed to go for an interview in walking shoes? Then I remembered I had another pair of shoes that David gave me six months ago. It was a bit tight, but anything is better than nothing.


Yesterday afternoon, I received a call from the interviewer. He said I had successfully made it to the second interview, and I’ll be meeting a national director on Monday. There are only two candidates left in this game, and the probability of success (and failure) is 50%. The Beijing trip will depend strongly on this.

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