Dilemma.

I was stranded without options. Now I’m stranded within options.

Life works in a miraculous way that gives us all abundant reasons to slash wrists/engage in self-pity/murder someone. Murphy’s Law is like a devil’s wish. Ironic, estranging, frustrating.

And well, I tendered last Tuesday (happy weekaversary for my resignation) thinking I was going to get a job at an MNC in a comfortable Marcom position that I’d have died for.

I resigned, in ample anticipation, all warm with enthusiasm to receive news that I’d been deprived of this position because the company’s top management have begun on their drive to keep things lean and hold the hiring for the soon-vacant position.

And so, I was slumped into thick disgust and displeasure towards life last Wednesday. That was when all hell broke lose. Having only gone to 2 interviews by then, one for a local company (refer to below below below) and one for this MNC, I was despondent. The clock was ticking. My dad has stopped working. What do I do?

I guess my resignation pricked the hiring Director (who’d let me down) enough to push her to push me to her best friend, whose company was hiring. Went down for the interview which was in this godforsaken place (comparable to Sengkang) and thought it’d definitely be no go since the interview was only 15 minutes long and the Managing Director (that best friend) had this hard, scornful grimace that stuck to my head as I strolled out from that godforsaken place (I had taken a cab there), making tears well in my eyes. She did PR. But she definitely wasn’t PR-ing me. For a moment, I thought my life was finally going to be positive for a change. I was wrong. Terribly wrong.

I was “jobless” momentously, I felt feverish, and I started crying for real when I eventually gave up walking and decided to take a cab to the nearest MRT station which would have taken me 10 minutes I realised, but cost my 10 dollars because of irritating rush hour traffic along the stretch. While strolling out along the offbeat neighbourhood where 3 skanky women were trying to hail a cab to no avail, who doused themselves with so much perfume, they smelt like insect-repellent, with thick make-up, dominatrix gear and the I AM A SKANK look that was plastered on their face like a cheap mud-mask.

I found myself thrown into strange lands. But that was before I found a familiar looking yellow cab. I sat in, face crumpled together because 1. my life sucked and 2. the taxi driver had bad breath.

So a few days went pass in sombre until I received a call on Thursday telling me I’ve gotten the PR job after another lady called me to tell me about this Marcom position (yeay Marcom) and asked if I could meet later that day, since I rushed her like nobody’s business telling her I NEED TO RUSH. I NEED TO RUSH FOR AN ANSWER.

But I cancelled the appointment since I got the PR job. Reason being, I couldn’t wait. First round with her and the existing Marketing person, second round with the Country Manager, this mysterious persona that sounded like the ghost in the fog. Well, the lady warmly extended a re-sched and offered the next morning as a free slot. Ok la. I’m a very easy person. Just go, just go. Ya know. You never know what will happen to offers. Once bitten, twice shy. She agreed that the Country Manager will meet me immediately after our first interview to save my time. In the end, it didn’t happen, because I was late. Gave me a personality test I did before (thanks to my brother and I had such warped results, the booklet told me to retake the test. otherwise I was an edison/mozart. I rock.)

Ok. They called again today, 4 days after my interview on Friday and said they’d like to invite me over for a second interview as the Country Manager was on leave (i told you he was enigmatic) and would be back on Thursday. The lady was very empathetic about my situation even when I told her I had unofficially accepted the PR offer. Ok so, meeting them on Thursday. For the first time in my life, I knew how to ask people to “Give me an idea of when you would like to make the final decision as I am pending for you.” with such confidence and balls that it was invigorating.

So they promised to give me a response by Thursday. Frankly, I’d already made up my mind pretty much to go with the PR job even though I was still hanging confusion on my lips. But yesterday’s interview enlightened me regarding the first local company that I went for. The first interview was with Mr. Director 1. Good. Was shortlisted for second interview by Ms. GM. Ok, tough, but they called me back yesterday saying they needed to discuss my package. In the end it was a THIRD FREAKING INTERVIEW with Mr. Director 2. In total, they wasted 5 hours of my youth on their stupid interviews. And they wanted to offer me something LOWER than my current pay. EXCUSE ME. I see this as a downgrade? People only offer lower pay if they’re like. FMCG, MNC, because they have bargaining power and value. WHAT IS THIS CHING CHONG LOCAL COMPANY MAN.

Well, I’m going Bugis Temple to seek some divine intervention/enlightenment. Ohm.

Leave comments if you know how to HELP ME. HELPPP.

~ by janathema on March 31, 2009.