god gave me an answer and she said “no!”
for a minute, her caramel coated eyes nailed me on the seat. each of her rounded eyes slowly formed the letters n and o as they scanned me for answer. i took me a while to break away from her charm to present my set of arguments. beads of sweat attempted an escape from my skin but they were blocked by her commanding presence in the room.
her simple answer instantly drove away the mist of hope left in me and knocked down my wandering senses.
for a minute, she gave me her parting smile and told me that i can never serve two masters at the same time. her pursed lips conveyed to me that she was someone who would not settle for somebody who just considers her as a fallback.
she was polite enough to tell me that my communication skills highly qualify me for the position, but my possible performance in the future stifled her from accepting me under her turf. as my ego slowly billows down to pieces, plato’s principle of injustice came to mind.
there is injustice in doing multiple tasks.
plato may be right. i cannot do one job without compromising (in some levels) the other. early this morning, my dream of earning extra cash to save for my dslr dream evaporated with the cold air inside the interview lounge. maybe i am not yet ready for doing a regular eight hour job plus a night job.
today, god told me that i am far from being an omnipresent and multi-tasking god.
today, god told me that for now, i cannot be a call center agent.