What is it gonna take to finally bond, the three of us? I asked myself thinking of my new awesome roomates.
Tuesday, had another job interview, it went well I thought. I mean, I was able to pet the company dog “Duffus” during the entire interview. It seemed like a fun company to work for; the owners, two Brazilians brothers who, and they were very vocal about it “SPLIT EVERYTHING IN HALF”. The assistant, their right hand, she looked like a younger version of Barbara Streisand. I felt comfortable I did, until I heard the question I feared, “So, how much are you wanting to make working with us?”. I tried to be cordial and ovoid to answer at all cost, after all, I have just graduated a year ago from my B.A. and never worked in this area. -“I prefer not to set the first number”- I said, confident the question will go away. “Come on! tell us! We didn’t bring u here just cuz you are handsome”. Fine, I said my price (rent+utilities+phonebill+gas+creditcards+MBATuition+travelingexpensestoseemyfamily). Whatever made sense to me right? I mean ask high to get low. “You are indeed ambitious! I like that. we still have more candidates to look at. Shoot us an email with some writing samples “.
So I left and went home... oh yeah, and got a bottle of vodka.
No, I didn’t heard back from the job, I guess my price was too high. But that night, me and my roomates bonded. And after 8 shots, we all danced in the living room to the beat of drake and bad bunny. This is how you bond sometimes, pure vodka and unplanned fun. 🐰