Nomfundo And Her Bubble- The Interview

I kept staring at my cell phone contemplating whether I should make that call. The war between my heart and my mind got worse by the minute. The sane reasoning in my mind contradicts the strong feeling in my heart. So I just decided to clear my mind and take a shower, it wasn’t long before I got out and instead of focussing more on getting done, the staring competition began; I just couldn’t stop staring at my phone and wondering, why still hadn’t received his. But then again, it’s been only two weeks and maybe he needs months to contact me.

This has been going on for as long as I can remember or at least since I met him. I thought as time goes by I’ll get used to how things are and the urge to talk to Brian would just disappear. But my heart has been stubborn and disobeys my mind’s commands. Ring, ring… I quickly run to check if he finally decided to contact me since my own insecurities won’t let me be the first to call. ‘Oh it’s a landline’ hello I reply. I am a little unsure how to react as I highly doubt he’d be the one to call me with a landline or perhaps be delighted that this might just be the answer to my prayers.

Hello is this Nomfundo? Asked the gentleman on the other end of the line, Yes this is she, I quickly replied not wanting to waste any time. This is Joe Morris from Morris Teletech marketing and this call is to inform you that are invited for an interview on Thursday 10:30, more information will be sent to you via Email Said Joe.

This was the best news and I even hoped to receive it sooner but here we are now. Ok Mr Morris, thank you so much and I will sure be there on time. My first thoughts were not of excitement as I was wondering why couldn’t he be the one to call but since employment is an important issue for me I’ll celebrate this! I decided to prepare for my interview, especially because it was only 3 days away. I goggled the company to know more about Morris Teletech marketing. The pictures I saw online showed a very beautiful company, well-built and clean, I can picture myself walking in, and it will surely make me feel excited.

Days went by very quickly, very soon it was the day of the interview and I have got to say it took everything in me to calm as my nerves were doing their part in keeping me tip toed. I slowly locked my door went for a taxi and prepared myself to talk to the people at the company. As I approached their entrance there was a security or door man, I have no idea what they call these people. I politely greet him: ‘good morning sir, I am here…’ before I can finish he replied: ‘calm down young lady and breathe, no one will eat you here’. I shyly smiled and I decided to start from the beginning; ‘my apologies sir but I am here for my interview at 10:30’. He then replied ok, opened the door for me and directed me to the reception area. The pics I saw on the internet did no justice to the beauty of this place.

This place is a beauty haven. I have never seen anything like this in my life. The reception area was neat; it looked like it is made of steel. It is silver in colour and the tiled floor is spotlessly clean. I am not sure what colour this is but it sure is another shade of blue. On my far right there are white sofas and a tea table. I just couldn’t stop staring at this amazing place. How can we help you?’ a slim blond lady asked looking irritated with my being excited over this appearance. I walked quickly close to where she sat at and I smiled. ‘I am here for the interview’. If looks could kill I’d be dead and buried by now. ‘Well should we wait for you until you finish drooling?’, ‘Sarah, don’t be rude!’ The chubby lady sitting next to the blond replied. ‘Let me show you to the waiting area’ she further stated before standing up and guiding me to the elevator, we went to floor 8. When we got there, she directed me to sit on the sofa. Two more people who were wearing formal were sitting there. I greeted them then sat down.

I raised my head to check the clock on the wall and I discovered it is 10 minutes before my interview. The gentleman on the far left asked me when my slot is, “10:30” I replied, “What about you?” “It was 9:00, I am waiting for someone”. These chats were not helping with the fast heart rate I’d been experiencing since I got here. It was getting hard to swallow my own saliva not to even mention the unsteady breaths I have been taking, a man in light brown suit came in and asked for me. I followed him steadily. He opened one side of a double dark brown door and went in first then called me in. “this is Nomfundo Msiza, our last candidate”

Then he introduces the interviewers including him. That wa Mr Morris, Mr Tate and the man who walked in is Mr Nkosi. They instructed me to take a seat opposite them, which I feel was so they can see my every move.

They started with boring questions that aren’t that difficult but I can’t really see how they can show how I match the open vacant. Next I added to make me differ from all other candidates who probably told the interviewing panel they were organised, punctual and all other boring attributes that everybody thinks they possess.

Mr Tate’s turn, he asked; “What makes you the best possible candidate for this position.’’ I thought of the best answer and I started, I can’t say for sure how different and suitable I am in comparison to other candidates, my heart is screaming for me to stop embarrassing myself. Yet I continued after swallowing the thick lump in my throat. As a candidate found worth of an interview I took it upon myself to identify the lack of communication between customers and TeleTech marketing as a brand which brings me to the sync’ between functions of TeleTech of which I intend to ensure I close that gap.

The interviewers were looking at me like I am some doctor asking for their liver. I was directed out. I slowly walked to the door not checking my sides, I am not sure if it has started to rain or I ‘m sweating like a pig. Right there in front of me parked a black car with dim windows. I was still trembling from an interview that I could not see the gentleman before Me. In a commanding voice he said get in.

Who is the man in the car? Where did he come from? what does he want? STAY TUNED for the next article to find out