Won't Anybody Hire Me?

Onesimus was the company I always dreamed of working for. I wanted to apply to that company back when i was a college freshman, studying design. It sounded exotic, rich just like an italian couture brand or something to that effect. So, I had this notion that in-house designers and craftsmen where paid handsomely or something to that extent. These were the designers called for by name to outfit movie stars, politicians, captains of industry, and all those people of the so-called higher social strata.

I've been peeking inside their Makati boutiques since I was a kid. My Dad bought a suit once, i remember. He picked it out of a rack. I gues he didn't have the time or money to have one taylored for him.

No matter what, I just had to be a part of it. Landing a job designing or crafting bespoke products for men and women was Just as I had always hoped for. I promied myself that if i got it, i'd be in it for the long haul. It wasn't just the money I was looking for, I wanted to look, act, talk and dress like those well established designers.

After years, of hesitation, Even more scared than before, I finally inquired if there was an opening for design assistant. Armed with a toothless resume and some old pictures of my works, I came for the interview. Lined up with me were male models. They were tall. These people were the type who didnt need resumes to earn a paycheck. I hated them. Then there were my fellow design professionals. We talked about our recent projects and works, then when I asked about where they got their degree, one said singapore design institute and the other guy next to him said UST. I hated them the most.

We took an exam. It was under time pressure so i hunkered down and attacked each question haphazardly. Honestly, I think I made a mess of that exam.

"Screw the exam results. " I said to myself. I know im good and I feel I can do a better job than them. The interview went well, I think I passed that without any major blunder. I left the building with a heavy feeling in my heart. I kept looking at my folio, thinking to myself if I could outdo those other men.

Please Lord, let me get it. I wanted a corporate job so bad, I would do anything to get it.

I called a few weeks later, praying for a positive result. They told me the position has been filled.

Im nearing thirty. It shouln't be like this. It shouldn't.



"Design Professonal have a shelf-life."
-Parsons