Nicu and the magic stick

"If a free society cannot help the many who are poor, it cannot save the few who are rich."
John F. Kennedy

Nicu and the magic stick

- There are no right or wrong answers, you have to answer as your common sense tells you to! ...
This is how my interview for McDonalds started. It sounded quite promising at the beginning until I met the manager.
- Ciao. Mi chiamo Nicu!( My name is Nicu!), said he with a strong Russian accent.
That's when I compromised my career at MC, cause I burst into an hysterical laugh, at the moment I thought I was just smiling but it seems I was not. How the hell, should I abstain my self when he was an authentic Romanian, pretending to be an Italian, and ironically his name is the same name as the former communist leader of Romania, Nicolae (diminutive Nicu) Ceausescu.
So here I was feeling wrapped in a communist scenario, only the action was taking place this time in Italy.
I was awaken from my time travel by Nicu's stinger voice:
- So let's say for example that you drop a portion of french fries on the floor,how do you proceed in this case?
A. you pick up the french fries and throw them away;
B. you pick up the french fries, reheat them a little and give them to the client;
C. you notify the manager and he'll take care of it.
D. don't know.
My common sense was totally twisted cause according to him (him being my common sense) there shouldn't be any options, the only decent thing to do was A period. I was going to find out later that I was wrong, my brother who has his own business told me scoffing me:
-You're such a fool, how could you say you throw away from the company's goods, french fries are important, so you can't just throw them away as you wish! As Shakespeare would say "You have no stomach!"
Razzled dazzled - that''s how I felt.
Anyway, there was a whole questionnaire with such absurd questions for which I really prefer not to know the answers, cause Nicu told me afterwards, in private, that unfortunately I flunk this questionnaire,but luckily, he is willing to give me a second chance due to my impressive resume.
-Yeiiii, lucky me!
But I swear that if I've had a gun in my purse at that interview , probably right now I would write this story behind bars.
- So tell me, cup cake, how come you left Romania?
- The same reasons you did, you imbecile! was my ego shouting...
- Oh, forgive me, but we will have to take this interview in Italian, company policies.
As if until now we were speaking Chinese!?! We spoke Italian all along the way! Man, some people are beyond stupidity,only if it hurt...
- So Mirela, I see here that you have two university diplomas.
- Yes, sais I, holding my head down, feeling shamed that we are co nationals.
He continued the non sense gesticulating like a dwarf trying to inoculate that if I'm a hard worker and if I'm willing to do anything at the beginning I can become like him.
I think for a second there I had a stroke... LIKE HIM??? Not in a million years, not if hell frizzes, not if pigs would fly, I'd rather sleep under a bridge and eat only mice and drink from a radioactive puddle than to become like him. And when I thought that he hit rock bottom he strikes me again with these words:
- Oh, I see here that you've also studied theatre. Isn't that nice?
Nice my ass... I suppose that the only play he would agree to see in his pity life would be "Chips ... with everything" by Arnold Wesker, and that only because he would think it would make a good campaign for his company.
Again was I disturbed by his grumpy face, my ears were bleeding so I couldn't really catch the whole sentence, I only heard the last words:
- ... let's suppose my pen is a magic stick, what would you do with it?
- Well, to be honest, I would make you shove it, but because it's so little I don't think the damage would be big enough, so why bother? 'tis what I was telling my self, while I was too paralysed by his stupidity to give him the answer he deserved.
And after a few days I received a call, from one of his cock suckers telling me:
-We're really sorry, but this time your interview was unsuccessful, maybe next time!
As if I wished a next time with them... Go french fries your selves bastards!

If only my magic stick wasn't just another prop!...