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Authors: Emine Fougner
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exhales a long breath slowly and discreetly.
“Now, I have your resume before me. You've studied linguistics, and business. You've interned at the Santa Barbara Chamber of Commerce, and interpreted for the refugees for the UN and UNICEF for the last two summers,” I read and look at her with a soft gaze, “Very impressive.”
“Yes, I have,” she confirms, and her sapphire blue eyes are staring at me unblinking as if I’m going to disappear.
“Who raised you Miss Duncan?” I ask changing the topic immediately, and she faults a moment in her response, then opens her mouth and then closes, then opens again. I cock one eyebrow at her waiting for her response.
“I thought they weren't supposed to ask personal questions on the interviews. Family and marital status, relationships...” she says slowly trailing off.
“What other companies do is none of my business, Miss Duncan. My company is different; we’re an unconventional company. You see, if an employee is ambitious, intelligent, and innovative, it’s worth knowing that employee’s personal relationships, because it impacts the work productivity. Therefore, if I’m interested in hiring a person, my company helps in various areas to secure that person’s longevity in this enterprise. For example, if they have a child, and are concerned for their care, they wouldn't be able to perform on the level of productivity that I require of them. But if I know what they need, then I can assist them in taking care of that particular problem, assuring that he or she performs to the best of their ability. That, and only that is the purpose for the personal questions. You see, no one would be here, seated in that chair if my company didn't see a great potential in that individual. Maximizing the productivity level in a company’s work environment is correlated to the employee’s level of happiness. It is merely a measurable assessment tool and application of behavioral science, ‘The Performance-Happiness Matrix’.”
“Oh...” she says disarmed.
“So, Miss Duncan, who raised you? I’m just trying to see where your compassion for displaced people comes from.”
“I was raised by my uncle and my nanny since my birth,” she replies shrugging, dismissing a larger problem. Her eyes drift away from mine, looking nowhere in particular but her gaze is fixed in the Los Angeles skyline through the windows behind me.
“No parents then?”
“I never knew my dad. One night stand...apparently,” she says chagrined. “And my mom, well, she’s just joined my life only three years ago,” she adds in a sour tone. She shrugs, “not much to tell.” She wants to move on from the topic.
“Do you ride Miss Duncan?” I ask changing the topic.
“Ride what?”
“Horses, of course,” I say smiling brightly.
“What’s that got to do with the Pella Aerospace and Energy Enterprises Incorporated?”
“A lot, of course. You’re applying for a position as my assistant to liaise between me and my company’s international clients. A lot of time I travel around the globe and quite a bit of business is done doing some leisurely activity, and horseback riding is one of them. I would like my assistants to be able to ride a horse comfortably,” I explain. Her mouth is agape with a pleasant surprise.
“I love horses! I ride often! One of my biggest dreams is to own a horse ranch someday!” she gushes for the first time with enthusiasm, and I stifle a shuddering breath immediately. She did own a horse ranch, with the best horses the world has ever seen. I
“Now, I have your resume before me. You've studied linguistics, and business. You've interned at the Santa Barbara Chamber of Commerce, and interpreted for the refugees for the UN and UNICEF for the last two summers,” I read and look at her with a soft gaze, “Very impressive.”
“Yes, I have,” she confirms, and her sapphire blue eyes are staring at me unblinking as if I’m going to disappear.
“Who raised you Miss Duncan?” I ask changing the topic immediately, and she faults a moment in her response, then opens her mouth and then closes, then opens again. I cock one eyebrow at her waiting for her response.
“I thought they weren't supposed to ask personal questions on the interviews. Family and marital status, relationships...” she says slowly trailing off.
“What other companies do is none of my business, Miss Duncan. My company is different; we’re an unconventional company. You see, if an employee is ambitious, intelligent, and innovative, it’s worth knowing that employee’s personal relationships, because it impacts the work productivity. Therefore, if I’m interested in hiring a person, my company helps in various areas to secure that person’s longevity in this enterprise. For example, if they have a child, and are concerned for their care, they wouldn't be able to perform on the level of productivity that I require of them. But if I know what they need, then I can assist them in taking care of that particular problem, assuring that he or she performs to the best of their ability. That, and only that is the purpose for the personal questions. You see, no one would be here, seated in that chair if my company didn't see a great potential in that individual. Maximizing the productivity level in a company’s work environment is correlated to the employee’s level of happiness. It is merely a measurable assessment tool and application of behavioral science, ‘The Performance-Happiness Matrix’.”
“Oh...” she says disarmed.
“So, Miss Duncan, who raised you? I’m just trying to see where your compassion for displaced people comes from.”
“I was raised by my uncle and my nanny since my birth,” she replies shrugging, dismissing a larger problem. Her eyes drift away from mine, looking nowhere in particular but her gaze is fixed in the Los Angeles skyline through the windows behind me.
“No parents then?”
“I never knew my dad. One night stand...apparently,” she says chagrined. “And my mom, well, she’s just joined my life only three years ago,” she adds in a sour tone. She shrugs, “not much to tell.” She wants to move on from the topic.
“Do you ride Miss Duncan?” I ask changing the topic.
“Ride what?”
“Horses, of course,” I say smiling brightly.
“What’s that got to do with the Pella Aerospace and Energy Enterprises Incorporated?”
“A lot, of course. You’re applying for a position as my assistant to liaise between me and my company’s international clients. A lot of time I travel around the globe and quite a bit of business is done doing some leisurely activity, and horseback riding is one of them. I would like my assistants to be able to ride a horse comfortably,” I explain. Her mouth is agape with a pleasant surprise.
“I love horses! I ride often! One of my biggest dreams is to own a horse ranch someday!” she gushes for the first time with enthusiasm, and I stifle a shuddering breath immediately. She did own a horse ranch, with the best horses the world has ever seen. I
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