Murphy’s Law

Suffice to say, this has nothing to do with the fact that I’ve been watching tons of Big Bang Theory because it’s in no way scientific enough, or has sufficient proof for any of the three doctors and one engineer to say the Murphy’s law exists.

Well, it did today. It did.

I overslept, for starters, only to have a poor selection of seats left on the flight I’ll be on tomorrow. I went out for lunch happily with my parents thinking my cv was enough. Only after I’ve taken the train out had I noticed that my email clearly stated that I needed original and photocopies of educational certificates.

I alighted and ran to the cab only to sit in the world’s angriest cab driver. He swooped in at everywhere possible, precisely the reason why I’m terrified of driving on the roads. He was cursing at swearing at everything that stopped him down. There were lots of road works along the way and he was curse at every one of them saying at the rate we’re digging the ground everything will implode if an earthquake strikes us. And that there’re so many things to piss off a cab driver, numerous cab drivers die a year from heart attacks. Um..

Ran home to photocopy everything, and took them along as I ran out for the next cab. And then I realised it had also clearly stated that I needed to print the email along. Whoops. No time for that. I’ll cook up an excuse when it comes.

When I got there, I had to take a 2 hour writing test. Absolutely no inspiration but I tried to write something legible and fluent anyway. Enough depth? I don’t know, probably not. Then I had to wait 1.5h for my interview. This was a torture. I was sitting somewhere in the middle of the bench, which was such a terrible idea. What was directly in front of me was a pillar and a table full of glorious Four Seasons catering. Next to me was some old employee getting an interview for a new position. So everybody knew her and spoke to her. Especially this one lady, who was in charge of guarding the table full of goodies, she was presumably close to the lady. They spoke in fluent Singaporean-accented English, but good English nonetheless. Then some American heads came by and poof, the lady started speaking in Australian-accented English. I kid you not. I recognize Australian “no”s. They were full blown conversations with her Australian accent. Not a very authentic one but pretty close.

Then more heads came, big shots one after the other. She spoke in Singaporean-accented English to all Singaporeans and Australian-accented English to all Americans. 1.5hours. Please bear this in mind.

Also, they sat all around me and had conversations all around. It was like some kind of test of patience. Is this girl gonna be able to tolerate us? Let’s see. The only reason why I was in the middle of the bench was because someone earlier spoke to me and was sitting there. I offered my seat to those who had wanted to sit at the ends so that they can have conversations together. Nope, they didn’t want my seat. Okay.

I was holding onto a cup of water by the way. I had to wait for 2 candidates to be done with their turn. And when the second one was done, I knew it was about 10minute wait. I waited. Somewhere about 6 to 7 minutes into that wait, I decided to grab something out of my bag. And in doing so, I had forgotten that the cup of water had some water in it. My seat was wet, the pocket on my pants was wet, my bag was wet. But mostly, my sofa seat was wet, and it isn’t leather.

Whatever, I tried to pat it dry and pretended nothing happened. (Though, imagine me getting out of that seat – I’m sure the whole circle full of big shots could see the clearly stained sofa seat.)

The interview was an utter nightmare too. I was questioned about my JC grades. The past has returned to haunt me. I thought I was done with the “Why did you get a C for your Economics?” thing. I screwed up but I made my way back up in University, leave it alone! I also said the wrong things which made them question me further.

By further, it wasn’t very much further either. They were clearly exhausted from a day of interviewing, and I was exhausted from the day of… well, waiting. The rest had interviews that lasted half an hour, which is considerably short because my interviews tend to be an hour long. But this time it took about 15 minutes.

I’m just hoping not to fall on my face later on, and may tomorrow be a good day for leaving.

PS: On the other hand, if you have rose-tinted glasses on, I’m lucky I managed to get to the interview on time despite the screw up, and that nobody asked for my email, and that the interviewers didn’t say, “Okay, we’re exhausted, now get the hell outta here.” And at least the Australian lady didn’t speak to me.

PPS: She was not Australian at all.

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