When you have an interview with a prospective boss, you want
to make a good impression, a REALLY good impression. So you stress over the
details: do my shoes match my skirt? Is my hair neat and tidy? Is the necklace
too dramatic? When you are looking for a job in a religious sector, you
have a whole new level of things to worry about. Is your v-neck top too
low-cut? Does that rainbow scarf send an unintended message? If asked about
what kind of books you are reading, should you bring up Harry Potter series, or
should you stick to something neutral and inoffensive – let’s say, Wayne
Grudem’s Systematic Theology? You meet with your prospective boss, and you go to Starbucks.
You are in line, he’s next to you, and
you just KNOW he’s watching you. Should you get a coffee or a tea? Privately,
you decide on a tea, lest you are thought of as a caffeine junkie. But what
kind? If you get “calm” (that’s chamomile in starbucksese), will he assume you
are anxious? If you take “awake”, will he think you are sleepy and struggling
to stay awake throughout the interview? If you get “refresh”, will he hazard a
guess that you are overtired and under-rested? If you take “zen”, will he
assume that you are unduly interested in other religions and philosophies? You are just about ready to get a “Tazo Chai”
tea, but you wonder if that’ll serve as a cue to start a conversation about
Indian culture, of which you know next to nothing. Besides, it tastes like tap
water infused with paprika and stale cinnamon, and throwing up on your
prospective boss during an interview may not be the most savvy thing to do. The barista/cashier looks at you with a cheerful smile,
unaware that this is the moment that will surely decide the rest of your life.
“And for you, dear?” Suddenly, there’s a flash of inspiration. You remember the
one option that’s totally safe and inoffensive. “Earl Grey tea. Grande. Please.” You return his gaze confidently (“you’ve got NOTHING on
me!”) and sit down. He smiles at you and says, “So…you like Star Trek? Captain
Picard?”
You receive your tea, pay a whopping $1.66
for hot tap water and grass rolled in paper, and you make your way to a little
table. As you walk, you realize that your boss is regarding you with a strange
curiosity. Mostly, he’s focused on your tea.
Goddamit.
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Copyright © 2005 Galina Freed. All rights reserved. This story is entirely fictional. Galina’s boss in religious sector is completely fair and reasonable, and Starbucks teas are her favorite.
I was right with you til you said "G-ddammit". :)
You, we, us - we should post some Star Trekkie Christmas musings, eh.
Posted by: TL | December 17, 2005 at 03:46 PM
Giggle :) Been there, done that, just not at Starbucks. I think also, that writers are always editing and rewriting their thoughts, and their speech.
Posted by: Pat | December 18, 2005 at 12:25 PM
i think if you had a sachet of teaology he would have been, "what's that?" and you could have hipped him to a new way of making tea---haha, check it out-- http://www.teaology.com
Posted by: Ms Marvelous | March 20, 2006 at 02:28 PM