Interview Rejection – Keep That, Twit. I Know Me Better Than You

The whole point of rejection is that someone big F moron interpreted your intelligence as their own dirty shortcoming or FAILED to deduce the potentiality of yours. So, does that mean you are a failure? I don’t give this to any freakin reasoning as every Tom, Dick and Harry has their way of opinion for someone/something nowadays. Never retreat and never surrender is such a confidence booster tonic that keeps your self-esteem and confidence up above the bullshits that some mindless nuts have of you.

I have so far given almost 10 interviews in this month, and every impertinent freak out there had the audacity of pinpointing of my faults! What faults you r talking, man?? On what fucking ground do you deduce my faults? Jesus! I dealt with the nincompoop with so high confidence of mine Yet was rejected without being told any reasons! WTF!

You know what, I was called up for the interview in a company (hate to name it here) and to my wonderment I was given shit (sorry, sheet) asking me answer damn reasoning and some stupid mathematical questions. Wtf did that suppose to mean is still beyond my ken except I had evenly answered them all.

Soon after, I was called for another round up interview where someone escorted me to the cabin of a guy (fuck, he was an octogenarian sitting on his clustered desk, a hand down the desk, perhaps greasing his balls under the brief).  Now see how my courtesy and etiquette went unnoticed by the old man. He went through my Resume in such an attitude that I took an instant dislike on him. Added to the fury were his insulting words “content writing ke liye aye ho? Kaise karoge content writing, huh?” Now, you gotta have to believe this that I was about to give the frail bastard a whack, was about to scream my hell out “how dare you utter such nonsense you rascal! What do you know about me, huh? It’s been damn fucking 3 years into this job and you imbecile cockroach dare utter these words as if I am a fucking cipher to you!” But hold on, I didn’t say anything to the old twit. He must be in his dotage as symptomatic with any one at this age.

Few days ago, I was interviewed by a fatso who acted as though he were the president of India. I gave my best and the ugly twit seemed to be unimpressed as he believed I don’t have that level of quality where you expect someone to be born intelligent. My foot! It’s not that I am freaked out by his frigid response, but by the way I was judged! Wtf is wrong with my content writing skill if you don’t reason it out? Stop giving me “We are short listing candidates and we would call you back when it’s over” rhetoric! Just be straightforward and lemme know my fault. And what the shit you just blurted out, short listing? Fuck off! I ain’t coming back to this freaking non-freedom zone, you dumbF!

There’s another interview with a geek guy in his 25-26. That motherf##kr was obviously on high. You know, he showed his superiority complex by blurting this shit out “I read yr blog and u respect people a lot. Don’t do so as people don’t deserve to be respected, not even Gandhi.”

“Did you tell this shit to yr parent that they r not respectable?” were the words I was about to say but held myself back. I was immediately told intuitively that I don’t stand a chance to this brat, and just walked out. It was totally pointless to convince a geek shit-canned who’s already high on something.

It’s not I am afraid of challenges or giving interviews. But with after so many rejections, I deduce people are just trying to be smartass, they judge you unreasonably to any annoying way possible. You know, one of the interviewers kept me waiting for 5 hours and then interviewed me, asked two questions (offbeat questions not related to what I was called for) and said me the same shit that I wrote above. F##k!

F##k man, why being so hypercritical unfairly? Yea, you reject me, but don’t believe I am gonna beg you for the job! I say this loud and clear “F##k you!” You don’t have any quality to measure my potentiality as a writer. I am good at it and I don’t need your rotten judgment on it.

The point is, why the fuck guys over the phone not tell me exactly of their demand? Why backtrack from what the shit you told me on the phone and how was I interviewed? Why do you equivocate on the phone, you dumbwit moron?

I never begged, I never called back to know the status of interview, I never took the pain of being diplomatic with interviewers. I just meant to be straightforward and honest as I still believe these shits work to the discerning smarta#s. I am just being optimistic with each failure, reloading my confidence with each stumble. I believe in consistency and that’s what I am doing for my success.

There’s, you know, a difference between knowing your shit and knowing you're shit.