After about three weeks of applying just about any and every where, my motto kinda being ‘will work for anything morally sound,’ a got a call back! The Oxford Learning Center FINALLY sent me an email, and I went for my interview!!
So, as is usual in Canada, I was faced with a dilemma: To Shake Or Not To Shake. That is the question. Do I refuse to shake hands, stand by my moral and religious principles and risk losing a job? Or do I shake hands, land the job and avoid my spineless self in the mirror for the next two weeks? I don’t shake, in general, but I’ve caved a few times: i.e walking the stage during grade 12. This may sound stupid and pointless to some, but today? Today it was tough.
Because while I was waiting in the foyer, I was engrossed in a conversation with My Material and My Moral half, a la Gollum.
Material Me: Remember that guy in Britain? He lost his job.
Moral Me: But do we really want a job where they don’t respect us?
Material Me: Correction: do we really want a job. Period. No one else called, idiot. There is no other job.
Moral Me: But…
Material Me: Besides, it’s only a handshake. People here don’t read too much into it….
Moral Me: And this is only a piece of material, is that what you’re telling me?
Material Me: No Subway…
Moral Me: Noo…
Material Me: No Edo…
Moral Me: No! Not Edo!
Material Me: No cute DKNY shoes…
Moral Me: K, you’re the one that wanted those, not me.
Material Me: My precious!
Moral Me: Focus, idiot. To Shake Or Not To Shake, remember? Moral dilemma in T minus 5 mintues.
Material Me: Easy. Shake.
Moral Me: But there’s that hadeeth….
Material Me: Oh. Em. Gee. Not the hadeeth. I beg…
Moral Me: He who pleases people instead of God…
Material Me: blah blah blah…
Moral Me: God will be displeased with him and make others displeased with him. But he – or she – who pleases God will be pleased with him, and make others pleased with him. Hence,
Material Me: Who on earth says hence these days? See that is why we don’t have a job… or life… and why we blog about things like this… I hate you. I wish my other half was My Party-Animal half.
Moral Me: *talking louder… in my head* If I don’t shake God will be pleased with me, and make this guy pleased with me, which means hellooooo Subway!
Material Me: I bet you a Subway sandwich we’re screwed.
So after about 15 minutes of deep, intellectual conversation with none other than myself, I walk in and oddly enough, he doesn’t extend his hand. Half way into the conversation I mention that I volunteer at the mosque and will be giving a kinda speechy thing there, and go on to explain what a mosque is.
His response? “Don’t worry. I know. I’m Muslim.” *smile*
Yay!!! So I didn’t shake, I got the job, AND I think I got the hasnat because I’d already decided not to shake. So life is pretty darn gooooooood today!
And my material half owes me a Subway sandwich. *evil laugh* take THAT.