Don't judge a book by it's cover.

I went to give an interview for a job last week. there were just two candidates and I was happy to see that the other girl looked not very promising. From her expressions and body language she looked like she would probably not be knowing much about the written exam that was to be held before the interview. I smugly sat in my seat imagining what I would be doing with my first salary. The paper was given and I completed it twenty minutes before the stipulated time.



The other girl was still doing it when I left the room. Loser. How cool I was to have finished it so quickly and perfectly that too with a little air of indifference - as if I don't care much about the result. The interview was to happen after a gap of almost one hour. My house was nearby so I came home and I filled my amazon and Flipkart cart with all the new clothes and accessories that I would be using in my new job. Fifteen minutes prior to the interview I reached the venue again. That girl was already there. Or should I say that that loser was already sitting there? It was a LOL moment in my head. Let's assess her depth of ignorance, I wondered. So I started speaking to her. She knew the answer to almost all the questions that I had done wrong! 'Someone must have told her the question paper before,' was the first thought that came to me. But who? And why? It was not a very lucrative job that someone would use their 'connections' to get it. Presuming that they had them. I did not want to admit it to myself but I felt like an idiot. Initially I had looked at her and wondered if she would be able to answer even a single question correctly. Now I was looking at her in awe and disbelief. She clearly knew much more than I did. I felt embarrassed. 

What would happen to all the stuff in my carts? The LOL was on me.

It was a sad spectacle in that room. I was waiting for the interview to take place. After listening to her oratory I knew she would fare better than me in the interview as well. I did not know how her interview went. Mine went just fine. And for all this time I was hoping beyond hope that I succeed.
However, today the result came and I was not selected.



she felt sad when the result was out


The small hope that I had is shattered now. In its broken remains I see my overconfidence and judgemental attitude.

I know the meaning of the English idiom now, 'Don't judge a book by its cover.'

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