The interview went well. I actually didn’t feel nervous talking with the interviewer. (whom I suspect is the director of the school, but I could be wrong. I didn’t bother to ask.)
But I won’t take the credit and say I was confident because I was definitely shaking up until the interview started. And then it just faded.
I think it was all the waiting around and anti-climax of the whole process which God allowed to happen. (It just proves the power of prayer! And a very merciful God….)
First of all, I waited like almost 10 minutes all alone in a quiet classroom. And then the HR girl walks in and hands me both the form to fill up and a writing test.
Both at the same time? And she left without telling me how long I had to fill them both up.
So after a while, its about 4.45pm and students start streaming in because there’s a class scheduled to take place at 5pm.
And because of that, I have to grab all my stuff and move out. Good thing I was just about done with my writing otherwise I’d have to do it on an uncomfortably low side table.
The HR girl takes my papers away and then I wait patiently for another 10 minutes without any idea who is coming to interview me.
10 minutes later, my interviewer walks in.
By the time we actually start, I’m already tired out, super sian and just dying to get it all over with. (Note to self: if HR person schedules for interviews to start at sleepy 4.30pm, request for it to be rescheduled.)
So blah blah blah, he asks questions, I essentially bluff my way through (oh admit it. you do it too.) and he shakes my hand and the whole saga is over.
But wait (pun intended), there’s more waiting to be done as he asks to have some of my magazine articles photocopied.
As expected of all good interviewees, I smile and say “Sure! No problem. Take your time with it. There’s no hurry.” And lo and behold, he took my words to heed and the HR girl only came back to return my portfolio a good 10 minutes later. (How long does it take to photocopy a few pieces of paper!)
Of course by now, I’m just itching to get out and find my mum who has been patiently waiting for me. (There’s a whole lotta waiting going on…)
And so we take the train home.
And my mobile phone rings when we are exiting Hougang station.
And I can’t find my phone so I rummage through my bag.
(Here’s the connection with the title.)
And I find the “Visitor” tag that I had to exchange my IC for at the reception.
GAHHHHHHHHHH.
So troublesome I tell you. Now I have to go all the way back to United Square to give them back the tag that I never even bothered to hang around my neck (And hence forgot all about it. Yes yes. I admit it was my own fault.) and no one else cared whether I had it on or not.
Boo.
I knew it was too early to celebrate the minute I was freed from the freezing cold room.
But all in all, God really did and does work in our most nervous moments. He never ever leaves us and is there all the time, even if things don’t turn out the way we want it too.
Including the tag I forgot to return.
just listen to me mew 