Jorge never asks to see my CV. Apparently it’s good enough to know that I am from New Zealand and have four years’ experience in the country’s biggest market research company (probably a fact one shouldn’t be too proud of). After only a brief chat about who I am he seems satisfied and promptly offers me an interviewee position in his call centre. He promises that I will be made supervisor should the other candidate pull out. It appears that my being recommended by a friend of a friend of my boyfriend was sufficient for me to not only be offered an interview, but also a job.
Tired of talking about his soon-to-be new employee, I find that I am about to learn some personalised facts about Argentina’s history. “You see Josie, I fought in the war of the Islas Malvinas” (go around Argentina calling these the Falkland Islands and you won’t be making any friends fast). Read the rest of this entry