My Interview. (Far More Interesting Than 'My Date'. Promise.)

[1stdesisuperhero]

Ok kids, same rules as before: no bitching and whining about how
much there is to read...suck it up and finish, or leave without
commenting, 'kay? Can we handle this? You guys did so well the
last time. Keep it up.

My Interview

For those of you who are unaware, my parents are in town for a
couple weeks. You guys have desi parents too...so you oughta know,
it's no picnic. I love 'em and all, but I think I need my space every
now and then, ya know?

I had an interview earlier today for a summer co-op. Big deal for me:
they're the only company who bothered interviewing me, and this was
a call-back for a second interview. I needed my stinky suit washed and
ironed...so mom and dad came in handy for somethin'. On Saturday,
they came over to drop off the dry-cleaning, eat lunch with me, see my
apartment, etc etc. So far, so good. Before entering, mom said "I know
I always give you a hard time for being messy with your stuff, but this
is your place now, so I promise I won't say anything." She actually
said it in Gujlish, but you get the idea. I didn't expect her to say that,
(which is why I tried cleaning up before they came) so I thanked her
and we went inside.

I took the laundry and placed my black socks with my dress shoes so
I wouldn't lose them before Monday. I'm positive this is what I
did with them.

Fastforward to Sunday. Mom and dad came over again. Dad needed
a copy of my driver's license for something so he and I headed over
to a computer lab to take care of that. Before leaving, I jokingly asked
mom: "Can I trust you here by yourself for 15 minutes?"

"Yes," she said. She lied.

When we came back, mom was on all fours, piles of papers everywhere,
very carefully - and openly - going through my things.

"Mom, you said you wouldn't do this..."

She quoted Monk and said "You'll thank me later."

"No, really, stop."

"Ok, ok I will," she said, though her actions greatly contrasted with her
words...

"Mom, stop cleaning up!"

She eventually did stop. They left soon after.

Now it's Monday, the big day, today. I wake up and go through the
checklist one more time:

Portfolio? Check.
Bag? Check.
Jacket? Check.
Shirt? Check.
Pants? Check.
Belt? Check.
Shoes? Check.
Socks? ...

Where the fuck are my socks?!?! They're important! I can't wear white socks
with an all black suit!

Shit, I KNOW I put them with the shoes...What could've happened to th-
Damn it Mom! I called at 11am, after looking for a solid hour. "Hey mom,
do you know where my socks are?"

"Vhat?"

"My socks. The black ones. Do you know where they are?"

"Why would I know where your socks are?"

"BECAUSE YOU HAD TO FREAKING TEANR MY PLACE APART YESTERDAY!"

"They're in the laundry basket."

"No...I'm looking at an empty basket right now. I already looked there.
And in the suitcase. And under the bed."

I guess dad could hear me on the other end. He started yelling at her.
Shit. I hate when he yells at her, and I hate yelling at her even more,
but I was tense. In retrospect, I overreacted, but I don't think my reaction
is totally unjustified...but now I felt guilty.

They were gonna come at 12:30 to take me to the interview, which was
scheduled for 2pm, but my dad loves being early. I was planning to go to
the library at 9, but the damn 'sock crisis' upset that. I had to go there
because the interviewer asked me to buy this book on printing and I got
it from the library instead, but it was overdue now and I wanted to renew
it to go over in the car. I went to the library, and called mom while I walked.
"Hey mom...sorry about before. I'm not in my apartment right now, and I
might not be back from the library when you get there, but I'll be back as
soon as possible. The door's open and Owen's home."

I renewed the book, and on my walk back, dad calls my cell. 12:38.
"Why aren't you in your apartment?!"

"I had to go to the library and thought I could be back before you got here."

"Why was the door unlocked?! What if someone stole your computer?!"

"All three of my roommates are home, and Owen's awake, dad."

"When are you going to be here?!?"

"In a minute."

Shit he was pissed. I got there at 12:43. He didn't say a word or make eye
contact. He wanted to leave at one. I still had plenty of time. He had no
reason to be pissed...all I had left to do was take a piss, change my clothes,
and attempt (in vain) to comb my hair. Done by 12:51.

We get in the car and the yelling begins.

Dad: "You have no sense of responsibility! You knew we were coming at
12:30 and still you were late! When are you going to grow up? When are
you going to care!? You never learn. You never listen. You don't care about
anything."

He pauses so he can think of more reasons to hate me.

Dad: "And then you left the door unlocked! Someone could have stolen your
computer! But you don't care, do you? I'll just buy another one, right?
When are you going to learn?"

Mom: "Drop it...he's going to an interview now, you don't need to do this."

Dad: "So what if he's going to the interview? He's not going to get the job.
He's a screw up and he always will be. He doesn't get anything right. How
many times have we told him to be responsible? He's not going to learn
because he doesn't care. Why did you have to go to the library so last
minute anyways?!"

My dad's 5'4", but I swear he's 8 feet tall when he wants to be. This is a
man whose college nicknake was Hitler. This the guy who told me when I
was 9 years old, "you're the only reason me and mom fight." I was starting
to tear up in the back seat.

Then he started yelling at mom, so I yelled back. I've done that maybe twice
ever. He focused his anger on me again and I got quiet.

It went on this way for the rest of the ride. We got there at 1:20. 40 minutes
early. We could've left at 1:30 with ease, still with 10 minutes to spare.
I tried going through the book with watery eyes, and went in for the
interview.

"Hi Sushil, how're you?"

"I'm great, and yourself?" I lied with a fake smile plastered on my face.

"I'm good...I'm gonna be straightforward: We have a position we'd like
to offer you."


At least it had a happy ending.

[MrHarmfulOne]

I read all of it, but dont believe all of it.

However.

8/10

[1stdesisuperhero]

Originally Posted by MrHarmfulOne

I read all of it, but dont believe all of it.

However.

8/10

It's all true, except I just read it over and realized I left out
that I had a tie on my checklist too.

[lovestick]

i got nothin' but love for you brotha', but tearing up in the back seat is incredibly soft batch. how old are you, fucking 13?

[__krYptonite]

1. I'm glad you got the job.
2. Damn, you're alot like my brother. He always does things that create arguments between my mom and dad. And it's always the same thing. My dad yells at my mom and says he's hopeless, stupid, careless, etc. and then my mom defends him. It ends in me intervening and telling everybody to shut up cuz my head hurts. Then I am suddenly the selfish one and it starts all over again. Sigh. Stupid desi families.
3. Are you Mathlete?

[__krYptonite]

Originally Posted by lovestick

i got nothin' but love for you brotha', but tearing up in the back seat is incredibly soft batch. how old are you, fucking 13?

Oh, stop. It is not!
It's his dad saying all of that. That's gotta hurt.

[1stdesisuperhero]

Originally Posted by lovestick

i got nothin' but love for you brotha', but tearing up in the back seat is incredibly soft batch. how old are you, fucking 13?

Haha yeah...I know, but you've never met my dad. He's the ONLY
guy that can reduce me to tears. At least so far.

[Sweet_LiL_Hunnie]

i can't STAND it when my mom rearranges shit while she cleans if i do rearrange shit at my bf's place i'll write him a note telling him exactly where i put his stuff so he doesn't freak out ...

[lovestick]

Originally Posted by __krYptonite

Oh, stop. It is not!
It's his dad saying all of that. That's gotta hurt.

emotional pain doesn't have to mean weeping like a little girl.

i've heard my fair share of that, too, and yeah, it hurts. but a grown man crying for anything short of a death in the family is decidely unacceptable.

[1stdesisuperhero]

Originally Posted by __krYptonite

1. I'm glad you got the job.
2. Damn, you're alot like my brother. He always does things that create arguments between my mom and dad. And it's always the same thing. My dad yells at my mom and says he's hopeless, stupid, careless, etc. and then my mom defends him. It ends in me intervening and telling everybody to shut up cuz my head hurts. Then I am suddenly the selfish one and it starts all over again. Sigh. Stupid desi families.
3. Are you Mathlete?

1) Thanks.
2) Every family's gotta have one, right?
3) No, but I know him.

[1stdesisuperhero]

Originally Posted by lovestick

emotional pain doesn't have to mean weeping like a little girl.

i've heard my fair share of that, too, and yeah, it hurts. but a grown man crying for anything short of a death in the family is decidely unacceptable.

Meh, I'm a softy.

[1stdesisuperhero]

Originally Posted by Sweet_LiL_Hunnie

i can't STAND it when my mom rearranges shit while she cleans if i do rearrange shit at my bf's place i'll write him a note telling him exactly where i put his stuff so he doesn't freak out ...

Don't touch his shit. Ever.

[xchand_ki_kiranx]

haha nice story

[Sweet_LiL_Hunnie]

Originally Posted by 1stdesisuperhero

Don't touch his shit. Ever.

no he's grateful and loves it when i clean up, just as long as i leave a note telling him where i placed everything in full detail...

my mom kills me whenever she rearranges me shit, i hate her coming over n fucking with my kitchen and pantry that drives me NUTZ and so i remind her this is my apt leave it alone lol n she's like i pay the rent n im like well my name is on the leave so SIT DOWN PLZ

she can't sit still n feels like if i dont arrange things her way its totally out of order and needs ot be fixed grr

[__krYptonite]

Originally Posted by xchand_ki_kiranx

haha nice story

I don't understand.
Where's the "haha" part in it?

[1stdesisuperhero]

Originally Posted by __krYptonite

I don't understand.
Where's the "haha" part in it?

The sock part is pretty damn funny I think...

[__krYptonite]

Originally Posted by 1stdesisuperhero

1) Thanks.
2) Every family's gotta have one, right?
3) No, but I know him.

I once had a username called 99thpercentile.
I got a lot of this: Are you and Mathlete and 1stDH the same person? Hey, are you 1stDH with a different username?

And, I'm not even a guy.
I gotta go for the generic usernames containing the words, miss, or gal or baby. Yah, I should work on that one, I think.

[1stdesisuperhero]

Originally Posted by Sweet_LiL_Hunnie

no he's grateful and loves it when i clean up, just as long as i leave a note telling him where i placed everything in full detail...

my mom kills me whenever she rearranges me shit, i hate her coming over n fucking with my kitchen and pantry that drives me NUTZ and so i remind her this is my apt leave it alone lol n she's like i pay the rent n im like well my name is on the leave so SIT DOWN PLZ

she can't sit still n feels like if i dont arrange things her way its totally out of order and needs ot be fixed grr

I don't like people going through my stuff, regardless of whether
they leave a list or not...you SURE he appreciates it?

[1stdesisuperhero]

Originally Posted by __krYptonite

I once had a username called 99thpercentile.
I got a lot of this: Are you and Mathlete and 1stDH the same person? Hey, are you 1stDH with a different username?

And, I'm not even a guy.
I gotta go for the generic usernames containing the words, miss, or gal or baby. Yah, I should work on that one, I think.

Hahahaha yeah!! I remember! With that name, you made some thread
about tasting batteries or something and everyone that it was my shit...

I think your sig clears it up now.

[Felonius Monk]

That made me both laugh and cry.

[__krYptonite]

Originally Posted by 1stdesisuperhero

Hahahaha yeah!! I remember! With that name, you made some thread
about tasting batteries or something and everyone that it was my shit...

I think your sig clears it up now.

Right. Have you ever done it? I bet you have.
And yea, it clears it up somewhat.

[1stdesisuperhero]

Originally Posted by Felonius Monk

That made me both laugh and cry.

Yeah, I would've bathed with a toaster a LONG time ago
if I weren't able to laugh at myself.

[1stdesisuperhero]

Originally Posted by __krYptonite

Right. Have you ever done it? I bet you have.
And yea, it clears it up somewhat.

I have with a 9-volt.
...Tingly.

[Sweet_LiL_Hunnie]

Originally Posted by 1stdesisuperhero

I don't like people going through my stuff, regardless of whether
they leave a list or not...you SURE he appreciates it?

whoa there's a giant diff from going through someone's stuff to hanging up clothes off the floor, making the beds in both bedrooms, cleaning mirrors and the sinks, dishes and dusting....i wont go through his shit even though he's showed me everything in there old albums, porn stash sadly, workout book etc etc

he tends to get grumpy from school so when he comes home to a clean apt and a homemade dinner in the fridge he's really nice to me and mushy he's a neat freak so he loves it when he comes home to a neat house and we've got a system for the last 2 years on where things go n shit like that

i think when a person can clean up your place and u trust them with that it makes a relationship stronger

[legallybrown]

glad u got the job at the end after the whole big mahabharat