i’m at my job interview. everything is going well - i’m dressed to the nines, my resume and cover letter are both laminated and gold encrested, and so far i’ve wooed the interviewer with my knowledge of the customer service industry. nothing could possibly go wrong now. just as the interviewer is about to offer the job, there is a knock on the door and the secretary from the lobby steps through. i turn to say hello to her again, an expression of my politeness and charisma, but she gives me a dirty look. i don’t understand, but i think perhaps shes just having a bad day. i don’t think much about it. the interviewer invites her in, and she walks around the desk and whispers something into his ear. his eyes widen, and i see him glance at me with a look of shock and disgust. the secretary stands up straight and gives me one more nasty look before exiting. suddenly i am afriad. what could they possibly have found out about me to warrant such a reaction? what had i done between walking into the office and this point to cause such an obvious problem? i swallow, and it feels like a stone in my throat.
“well,” the interviewer says. “we’ve run into a bit of a problem.”
i have to hold back my disappointment. “what’s wrong?”
“my secretary just informed me of something quite disturbing about you, and i’m not sure we can allow it within our company.”
“okay,” i say. “what did she say?”
he paused for a long moment; he glanced away from me and then back to me, as if he was struggling to get the words out. i noticed, at the end, that he had tears in his eyes.
“she……she told me……”
at that moment, he looked me dead in the face. “she told me…..that op is an aphobe.”