THE JOB FAIR:
I went to a huge Autumn job fair dressed in a suit (I loathe suits!). I also wore my favorite 4-inch heels so I could at least be 4 inches taller. There seemed to be many people lining up for that job fair — they were like me, in desperate search for a job.
It was my first job fair. I had never been to one before so I felt rather nervous. But I mustered enough courage to speak to a university recruiter.
“I have recently graduated with a MA in Anthropology, are there any current openings in your university?” I queried.
The recruiter look astounded. Her eyes widened.
“Anthropology? What can you do with that? I know it’s an interesting course, but what can you do with that?”, the university recruiter exclaimed.
I smiled [but in reality I was gritting my teeth].
INTERVIEW IN A SCHOOL:
I found myself one day in a small conference room with a huge wooden table, red chairs, and a smart-board.
The interviewer in her winter-thick gray suit sat on her chair–seriously poring over my resume. Then she suddenly quipped:
“Anthropology? Oh, the one who digs?”
I felt my eyes narrow. I looked squarely at the interviewer (who happened to be a PhD in Psychology). I gave my usual reply: “Well, there are four fields in Anthropology……..”
[I was screaming in my head….what, another four-field approach lecture!! I was gritting my teeth]
INTERVIEW WITH THE BISCUIT EATER:
He flashed a smile. I smiled back as I looked at his mangled front teeth. I blinked.
The interviewer in his plush black velvet blazer went on and on about the type of business that their organization is involved in. I keep nodding and saying “uh-huh” to make sure that he knows I am listening while in truth I was slowly beginning to drift off into outerspace.
He kept talking and suddenly picked up a biscuit that was lying on his desk and bit into it. I cringed. (In retrospect…he didn’t even offer me a cookie!).
He pored over my resume and smiled as he asked:
“Anthropology…so how many years does that discipline have?”
“What do you mean?” I queried ready to defend the subject I supposedly adore and love and wasted all my time and money on.
“I heard that it was a dying discipline.”
“I have heard that too,” I heard myself say, “but no, the discipline is still thriving.” [I was groaning inside….I was hoping that I did not have to lecture again – another four-field approach lecture]
He finished munching his biscuit.
I shooked his hand before I left. He smiled again and I smiled back while looking at his mangled front teeth.
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