After a long day out trying to find suitable suitors without any luck, I wearily track back my way home. Going back to Broad Street, I see UBA on Marina Street. Stop right now I ordered the biker or bike driver. I am not sure what you will call them. Okada driver? Okay sir! (If there is a Japanese word okada, I would like to know the meaning. I am sure there is too lazy to Google).
I entered the gate closest to Marina Street. STOOOP. I heard the security officer shout. Me asking why I should stop, saying I want to get inside. He said I should step out. I asked why? He just said step out your retard. (He didn’t say retard. But it sounds cool typing it) Ok sir I will step out. I stepped out. Come back here, the security officer ordered me. I went back to talk with him. He then asked me what I wanted, I explained and he instructed me to go to the other get on the far end. I said OOOOH, I get it.
Walking towards the gate where I will enter, up left, up right, up left, up right, I climbed up the steps counting my ascent. Voila, revolving door, Boom, boom, pow, a blast of cold air. Felt refreshing. A smallish guard stopped me as I entered asking me what I want. I pointed at the customer service representative saying I want to see her. He asked me if I know her. Do you think I will say no? Of course she is my buddy men. We be hanging since way back in the days homs. He said ok proceed. Ah ah ah, that was easy. I passed.
Me: Good morning, Ms. You got a pretty smile
Ms Blushy: (Blushing and smiling harder) Thanks, you may sit down.
(great first one to ask me to sit and rest my tired legs)
Ms. Blushy: So how may I help you?
Me: do you think there is any possibility for me to talk with a human resource representative?
Ms. Blushy: pertaining to what sir?
Me: Employment.
Ms Blushy: you can go through the other gate at Marina Street
Me: No, no, no. They won’t allow me in there.
Ms. Blushy: Do you have your resume?
Me: You betcha. I do have my resume with me. This is a copy.
Ms. Blushy: Ok hold on I make some phone calls.
(elated finally I got one to speak with me. Looks promising. Blushy on the phone for some time)
Ms. Blushy: Sorry he is not on sit right now. Hold on. (She passes on my resume to the other reception lady asking if another person will accept it. The other lady saying yes he would accept it.)
Ms. Blushy: Ok I will pass on your resume, but sorry you can’t speak with anyone.
Me: Thank you very much for your time.
Ms. Blushy: (scribbling something on a piece of paper, passing it to me and saying) that is my number call me to find out about it.
Me: (I got a number booyah booyah booyah. I got a number you aint got no number na nah na nah na nah) Do you mind if I call you tomorrow and she said just call.
As I depart, I told her to keep smiling. She blushed again. Argh what a beautiful world it could be if everyone was as patient as you are. Thanks Blushy.
I called her the next day, but no response. I am hoping not a wrong number she gave me. Will call again sometime later to find out what is happening whether or not they have passed my resume through a paper shredder. Don’t know what will come of that but just expect and be optimistic with the places I have dropped my resume at.