Interview

"From cowardice and selfishness, only a sadness remains that memory cannot save"

CHARLOTTE

The smell of pollution caused by cars, the desperation of pedestrians to take the bus that brings you closer to your job. The indifference of people blinded by all the thoughts that occupy their minds. I, in particular, am one of those pedestrians. The cold streets of Bogotá had a particular scent, and that was that of despair.

The capital of the country, the place where you could find more possibilities to get ahead, was the same place that closes them all.

But come on, that's the rest of the world. Crying wasn't going to feed so the only thing I could do was complain and work constantly to make things change.

That day was my last job interview, the last place of the month, and possibly the year that I had openings. And unsurprisingly, I, a recently graduated publicist, couldn't find a job in her branch. Instead, she was currently aspiring to the position of secretary to a publicist.

"Would you like a coffee? Damn rich man with the position insured since he was born ..."

"Of course she is a third world employee." With sugar.

This is the type of conversation that I imagined myself having, evidently I never did.

I could say the words, That didn't scare me, but the answer would have been a little different.

"Would you like a coffee? Damn rich man with the position insured since he was born ..."

"Who allowed him to speak?"

The dog dances for money, and he does it well.

I showed up at the reception and got on the elevator. A young woman appeared at my side, showing her two melons on her chest and wearing a skirt so short that her splendid long legs were visible.

It also left little to the imagination, actually.

"Are you also coming to the interview?" She asked confidently.

I looked at it and detailed it a bit more.

If makeup were a crime, she would have a cocaine crop on her face.

For God's sake, I can't really understand the urge to put on so much makeup, maybe I'm not very '' feminine '', but at least I still looked like a human being.

In addition, makeup is deteriorating your skin little by little. I wouldn't want to turn forty and be the newest version of Lord Voldemort.

Although, actually, maybe I was already feeling old ...

-Yes. I hope to get the job. I smiled, instead she saw me over her shoulder.

Little broom with legs! She thinks she's very safe with the surgery she's wearing on Paloma's chest.

Although, on second thought, she had the upper hand, because, come on. A man was going to interview us.

First they look at how crazy your butt can drive them, then they notice if you have great potential in that chest, if your face is a model, and finally, they see how capable you are.

Men, damned animals without rational thought.

When we got out of the elevator, we came across a somewhat large waiting room, in the background an extensive corridor was visualized that I imagined led to the riquillo's office.

I stepped out of the elevator as my shoulders collided with those of the illegal cultivator.

I looked at her and returned her gesture.

This action reminded me of an Animal Planet chapter.

'' In this scene we can see how a worm fights for a small nest of earth ''

Brilliant.

There were more girls in the waiting room, about 19 years old each. And instead of attending a job interview, it seemed like a competition to see who's skirt came down to her waist first.

Hormones ...

I walked across the room and took a seat next to a blonde movie.

He hoped that the rich man would prefer red hair, white skin and tattoos on his legs.

Uuuuh, would I have been able to wear such a short skirt?

A slightly loud rumble was heard, most of the people in the room turned to where the sound was coming from. The elevator.

Before the doors could be opened, almost angelic words came to everyone's ears.

"You need a secretary, not a fufa!" "Oh glorious words." If they hire me, I promise to go to mass this Sunday.

Although I never was, actually.

A woman came out of the elevator dressed in a vest that showed how expensive it was, wide sky blue pants and high heels. Shoulder-length black hair and an intimidating, almost murderous look.

He repaired everyone in the room, including me.

"Ladies, did the fabric get in the way?" -I ask.

I felt a certain joy, and could taste the glory, since I was the only one who had come in Jean.

On their faces, generation of piercings and Tik Tok!

"Could you leave the show?" A low-pitched voice spoke. I assumed it was a man's. -. Raquel, you have all the potential to be the first human to become a megaphone. ”A man came out of the elevator, tall and thin, with black hair and brown skin, small long eyes, full lips and a defined jaw. Wearing a black cloth suit and with his hands tucked into his pockets. -. I am sure that I will become homosexual because of so much of your song.

Several sighs out of the miniskirts reached the atmosphere.

Teenagers wanting to sin, oh my God, every day there are fewer nuns ...

I will send a letter to the Government.

"Don't start!" She turned furiously on the man. "I won't let you bring any bum into your office!"

This is how you speak compatriot! Send these girls to dress dolls.

The man showed his anger with indifference, ignored the woman's words and looked at the sofa.

"Pardon my vocabulary, but I'd like to be direct." Who of you is a lesbian?

Little giggles appeared to wander the room.