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What was the most blatant scam a customer has ever failed to get away with?
When I was a broke college student in the early 1990s, I worked in a busy bookstore in a mall in downtown Boston.The register was located at the front of the store, on a raised platform, so we could monitor customers as they came and left.One day when I was working the register, I noticed a cute guy enter the store carrying a metal clipboard—the kind that had a compartment for storing a notebook or additional paperwork.After disappearing into the back of the store, the guy returned moments later and got in line. When it was his turn, he smiled at me, opened the clipboard’s compartment, and ...
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What is the hardest truth you had to accept that made you stronger?
I have compiled few truths that have made me stronger.Nobody stays. Everyone leaves at some point of your life. The sooner you learn to cope and accept that you will be alone for a long time, the better. Even our parents leave us someday, death spares no one. Make yourself comfortable in being alone.Only your parents genuinely want you to do better than them. Everybody else’s face just goes pale when you do better than them. Humans are competitive by nature. Half of the people you know are just waiting to trip you down from your success throne and take your place.Dating is a waste of time. Especially tinder dates. They just want to fuck or looking for a fling. I don’t believe in blind dates as well. They seldom work out, they might as well be a sociopath. Who knows..right? Date someone you know very well, don’t go out with everyone who asks you out.Keep your enemies close and your friends closer. I appreciated my enemies for being genuine about their hatred towards me. More than often, your friends will be prone to betray/ backstab you instead of your enemies. Be careful about the people you think are your friends.Beauty matters. Don't give me that personality bullshit is what people care about. Most people out there would go an extra mile to help a pretty people but not a senior citizen. I tend to notice that the attention one receives exponentially decreases as one ages. Someday, I will age and get lesser attention too. Sighs.Everyone is your friend until you need something. This rings true if you also want to test their loyalty towards you. Ask a simple favour from them. See if they are willing to go an extra mile to help you around. If they could only extort help but aren’t willing to help you back, they are selfish. Don’t help them again.People you prioritize will treat you as their option at some point of life. It happens. People change faster than climate. They might get bored and replace you with someone better. Move on and learn to respect yourself.Online friends are fake friends. I’m pretty sure someone might have mentioned this here already. But listen me out. I’ve spent my whole lifetime connecting and interacting with them. When it comes to spending time physically with me or helping me out, only the friends near me were there. Online friends do console you and make you feel better. But they are hopeless as shit. You wouldn’t want to count on them for anything, really.Having lesser expectations is a big advantage. On people, on yourself. More expectation leads to disappointments. Don’t count on people to help you out. Keep your expectations low and be prepared to take a no for an answer. If you stop expecting stuffs from people, you wouldn’t be let down by anyone. Savvy?Showing your weaknesses to people, and they exploit you for it. Don’t do it. Even if you are a wrecked ball inside, hold your head high and pretend like you are alright. Show your vulnerabilities to people you could really trust, your parents maybe. The rest of the world doesn’t need to know what tingles and tickles you.Nobody is worth your time, energy and effort more than yourself. You are important, prioritize yourself. If you can’t help them, learn to verbally say no. And not feel guilty about it. Denying is your basic right.Acting desperate will only push people away from you. Yes, I realized this quite late. If you want someone to approach you, be aloof about it. Take things slow. Being needy or clingy will trigger a flight response and they might run away from you.Nobody remembers all the good thing you do for them, yet they never forget one incident when you turn them down. Because people are ungrateful. They don’t appreciate what you do for them. Get a dog instead. People are stupid.
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What is it like to be a broke student at Stanford?
I was accepted to Stanford on a full scholarship as a transfer student from a California Community College at the age of 28. My husband was very sick at the time and couldn't work, so we made do on food stamps and AFDC. I worked as much as I could (under the table) to keep a roof over our heads and pay for his medical bills, going so far as to take a nannying job 3–4 nights a week, caring for the 3 year old son of a single father who was also the graveyard shift on-call oncologist at the medical center. He paid fairly well, but we were always one small disaster away from homelessness.i managed to get pregnant at the beginning of my last year, a co-term year during which I earned my master’s degree. You haven't lived until you've spent nine months working towards a post-graduate degree at Stanford, growing more and more pregnant by the day, juggling four jobs in two counties, wrangling with a social worker who keeps telling you to quit school and find a job making $10/hr as a fry cook, commuting 2–3 hours every day from Santa Cruz to Palo Alto and back over a tsignNowerous mountain road with NO PUBLIC RESTROOMS AT ALL to care for a husband who could not walk, needed to be rushed to the emergency room at least three or four times a month and whose doctors gave him only a 50/50 chance of living to see the birth of our first and only child.I would listen to my classmates talk about their family villas on Majorca, using “summer” as a verb, while calculating in my head if I could find enough change in my sofa to buy a bag of dry beans so we could eat for another week until the next month’s food stamps came in. They would discuss their plans to kayak some fjord in Iceland over spring break while I looked forward to working triple shifts and standing in line at the grocery store, getting dirty looks from disgusted customers who didn't like being held up by the clearly lazy and irresponsible welfare queen who was using a WIC voucher to pay for a carton of milk, a can of tuna and a tube of frozen orange juice concentrate. They asked me to come along in their BMWs to go wine tasting in Napa for the weekend while I wondered if I had enough bus money to get back to Santa Cruz to sign papers and advocate for my incoherent husband, who was in the hospital again and in danger of receiving treatment from one of his six specialists that could render useless or even combine lethally with the treatment prescribed by another, because they didn't bother to communicate with each other. And all the while, of course, thinking “okay, I can't afford maternity clothes, so I'm wearing one of my husband’s old workshirts every day, but can you not clearly see I'm as pregnant as fucking octomom?? I can't remember the last time I even had a cup of full-caff coffee, let alone a glass of wine! DUH!”When I got too big to ride my bike around campus, I would take the shuttle to my classes, where too often I would end up standing for the whole ride, because the seats were all full of students too consumed by their phones to notice the whale of a person standing in front of them trying to stabilize her center of gravity because of the 8 pound baby in her uterus and the 30 pound bag of books on her back. I had to battle the urge to challenge all of them to a fist fight for their obliviousness.Toward the end of that year, as I waddled toward the finish line, I found myself almost delirious from chronic sleep-deprivation. The one thing that kept me going was the miraculous fact that my baby was not due until a couple of weeks after graduation. Somehow I became fixated on the idea that I would get to go see a movie, for fun, between the time I graduated and the time I became a mother. It was all I thought about, honestly, as I trudged from one obligation to the next. I would be sitting in the dark, by myself, in a chair that probably was too small for my now-grotesque body, out of which I would have to heave myself every 15 minutes to use the bathroom, but damn was I ever looking forward to it! Two whole hours to myself, with no more bitchy egotistical TAs to contend with, no more deadlines, no more cramming for finals, no more arriving home after a fourteen hour day with feet so swollen and painful that it took me ten minutes to ratchet up the nerve to pry them out of my shoes. Maybe I would even fall asleep over my unbuttered, unsalted popcorn for half an hour!it was with this decadent fantasy in mind that I sat to write my last essay. It was, as I recall, an analysis of William Faulkner’s “Absalom! Absalom!” Twenty minutes in, I began to feel a little funny. I tried to write it off as indigestion, but by the time I was halfway though with the paper, i could deny it no longer. I was in labor.i finished my essay, breathing through the contractions, pushed “print”, sighed a little sadly, packed a bag and drove myself to the hospital, where I gave birth, with no drugs (except a well-deserved shot of Wild Turkey when it was all over), even when the baby went into cardiac distress and they had to rip me a new vagina in their haste to get her out, not even when they put in 36 stitches afterward to sew me back together. When they whisked her away to work on her, and I was alone again, I pulled that last essay from my bag, walked myself down to the nurse’s station, stitches and all, and faxed it to my professor with a note of apology, hoping he would understand why I couldn't be at our planned meeting that morning.I graduated five days later, with high honors. I still have the picture: my diploma in one hand and my baby in the other: My Week in Review.It was hands-down the most stressful year of my life, including the time of my husband’s actual death, which came not too many years later.When I look back on that time, my heart nearly bursts with gratitude, for my incredible husband, who suffered grievously but tried to hide it for my sake, and who was overjoyed in spite of his suffering about the birth of our daughter. I am grateful for his nurses and orderlies, who went the extra mile to care for him when i couldn't be there. I am grateful for my understanding, compassionate professors, who reassured me that everything would be okay and who let me get up in the middle of class whenever I wanted to relieve the pressure on my tailbone. I am grateful for my social worker, whose sternness and admonishments could never hide the fact that she was rooting for us to make it. I am grateful to the government for the $92 a month that allowed us to eat when I could no longer work. I am grateful beyond words for the forces that gave me the opportunity to study with the world’s most renowned minds, to earn a degree in a field that I'm wildly passionate about, at a school that any student would be proud to attend, that gave me the will to carry and deliver a healthy baby and that gave her father the strength to live long enough to receive her into his arms and to shower on her all the love that he could muster, and all his hope for a bright future, in spite of his suffering and the knowledge of his coming death.Now, 17 years later, I'm a tenured college English teacher myself. I never did get to see that movie… but whenever I think back on that time, overwhelmingly and unmitigatedly, what I feel is gratitude.That is what it's like to be a broke Stanford student.Edit: So many thanks for all the encouraging comments. To clarify: I don’t consider myself all that extraordinary. I think most people are stronger and more resilient than they think they are, and this year proved that to me, without a doubt. I didn’t do it alone, however. I had many resources that others do not have, and I never felt for a second that the universe was being unfair to me or my family. Everyday, I see people who manage to spread joy and compassion in the face of what seems like unendurable hardship. My own students inspire me all the time, as I see them struggle through poverty, sickness, homelessness, abusive situations, substance abuse, and countless other stresses.If I could manifest one change as a result of this experience, it would be to free people from their own judgmental reactions when they encounter welfare recipients during their daily adventures. Yes, it’s true that there are some folks who take undue advantage of the safety net that this great country provides (as modest as it may be) but it has been my experience that the vast majority are doing the best they can with what they have, and take their first opportunity to leave government aid behind and join the ranks of contributing taxpayers. I was stunned by the number of nasty comments I got from people as I tried to pay for my meager cart of groceries with food stamps or WIC. Yes, I was pregnant. Yes, for all intents and purposes, I was a single parent. Yes, I was attending one of the most elite and expensive schools in the world . That was only part of the story, though. I wish more people would be mindful of the fact that facing such judgement is humiliating, exhausting and discouraging when one is just trying to get through the day, especially on top of all the other challenges that made it necessary to apply for aid to begin with. I can easily see those comments being the thing that at the end irrevocably breaks the spirit of a person who is trying harder than most people can ever imagine, for longer than seems humanly possible.Once in a while I would receive a word of encouragement or a smile. I remember every one of those moments from compassionate strangers . I stored up their supportive words as defense against the days when it seemed all too easy to just give up. I make it a point now to do the same when I see someone who looks like they might be struggling. I always want to say, hang in there. Things actually do get better if you just keep putting one foot in front of the other. Don’t give up, in spite of all the mean spiritedness that might come your way. There are more people out there who are kind and understanding, and who are on your side, even if they don’t say it out loud.
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How was anti-semitism and discrimination against Jews officialy justified during USSR?
There was no official antisemitism, or any other ethnic bigotry, prior to WWII. It was all class warfare then. No one cared which ethnicity you were.It all changed during and after the WWII, when ethnic identity became all the rage. At first, that affected several other ethnic group much worse than Jews; by Brezhnev’s time, it became primarily about Jews.Officially, the word “Jews” was rarely mentioned. It was a rude word and could offend some delicate spirits. There was however an official campaign in 1948–1953 against Rootless cosmopolitans and “murderers in white lab coats” (both euphemisms for Jews), most of the Jewish Anti-Fascist Committee was tortured and shot in 1953 at the height of the anti-Jewish campaign, Jewish theater was closed (prompting a joke that “other than Moishe and myself, all the artists in our Roma theater are Jewish), and, all over the country, random Jews like my Grandfather were beaten on the streets by mobs, on the ground of being rootless cosmopolitans. Fortunately, Grandma was an ethnic Russian who was willing to fight the whole mob single-handedly and had a sharp tongue and probably saved his life.In 1953, there were rumors of trains ready to “evacuate” the rootless cosmopolitans into Siberia to save them from people’s anger, like it had already been done to several other ethnic groups before. Fortunately, the death of Stalin stopped that wave of abuse. I had always secretly hoped that maybe a Jewish “murderer in a white coat” helped him out of his misery in a self-fulfilling prophecy sort of a way, but no; apparently, it was a Georgian and a murderer arguably even worse than Stalin.After that, there were a few years when everybody, even Jews, sighed relief. Then again, it depended on a republic. As I wrote before, Ukraine, especially Western Ukraine, was fantastically antisemitic to its few surviving Jews, forcing them to try their luck in Russia and other republics. I don’t think the antisemites needed an official justification. Their newfound relative freedom during Chruschev’s time also meant the freedom to act on their nationalist beliefs. It did not need a justification. A person’s obviously Jewish name was pedaled as a justification, nudge nudge, wink wink. Everybody understood. That’s why I laugh when Ukrainians try to portray themselves as victims of Russian communists. If Russian and not Ukrainian communists ruled in Ukraine, my father would have been able to find a job there and I would not have been born.Then there was official expulsion of Jews from the branches of science that prepared the cadres for the defense and space industry, Physics being the most notable of them. I was told there was a secret instruction against “ethnicities whose nation states don’t have diplomatic relations with the USSR”. Another euphemism for Jews obviously. South Africa did not have diplomatic relations with the USSR, but how many (white) South Africans were applying to Russian universities?That’s why neither of my parents became physicists and instead acquired a similar, but not nearly as tightly regulated scientific speciality. Despite both being gold medalists, i.e. the “champions” of their schools.A diplomatic career was of course totally closed to Jews, but not many wanted it in the first place. Those people were elite. One mink-coated diplomatic wife once told my mother that her dog eats what her children have never tasted; as an explanation why that dog gets to poop on our playground. Of course we were not allowed there, that was understood. No decent people wanted to be in that swamp anyway. The limitations in scientific education really hurt though.When the STEM faculties of Moscow State University (the most prestigious university in Russia) stopped accepting Jews, the Jewish students instead applied to 2 or 3 other universities who were more accepting. I studied in one of those. We were lovingly dubbed “a synagogue”. Our “synagogue” major was known for two things: very low competition, and very high admission requirements. A seeming contradiction. The quality of education in those schools shot up sharply; not because we were the best, but because we would have normally attended a more reputable school. Coincidentally, the quality of education in the more reputable school (Moscow State University) decreased sharply at about the same time. We know because that school still had some Jewish professors left, even though it no longer had Jewish students, whose lectures we could sometimes attend, without getting any credits for it. We could see that the majority of the local students don’t understand the lecture.As for our “synagogue”, our rector was quoted as saying that “having too many Jewish students is scandalous (неприлично)”. But, to his credit, he went out of his way to institute anonymous entrance exams, thus making selection by ethnicity impossible, and selection by connections, nearly impossible. Which is how we became the synagogue we were in the first place.
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How does it feel to get fired from your job suddenly?
I was Shaken. Felt VOIDAnswer is going to be very long - I have not expressed my feeling to anyone after that day so here is lengthy answer (yeah - another Introvert !). This happened in PUNE.It was a good day with blue cloudless sky and warming temperature, I woke up early since I was in first shift so started earlier to office.signNowed office, had some work that I owned and went with colleagues for breakfast, when came back noticed HR and manger were discussing something in meeting room, I continued my work, until interrupted by manger to come along with him, so I did.In Meeting RoomM: How are you Mr. XXX?me: I am well and good , feeling quite good today.M: hmm, so Mr. XXX, how many years you have been working for XYZ and how was your experience so far ?me : (what the hell he is asking me this, wondering why he is asking this question to me) completed 2.5 years so far (I joined as fresher there ) and told regular rotten things like feels good , good work culture,bla bla bla.M: okay, let me come to the point - there is feedback for you from team mates that you are not doing well and keeps sleeping at nights when you are in night shift , your attitude towards work is not good. Is that true ?me : (I was shocked for few mins and I took me while to get out of it )I am sure there must be some misunderstanding, this is not true (In my mind, I smelled something fishy )M: Well, Mr. XXX, I have feedback in written for you and that must be true and I don’t think it might be some misunderstanding. Let me call HR to join here ( I came to know this later that this was pre-planned and both HR and manger were already hand in hand)While waiting for HRme : (sweated, my throat went dry ) -felt anxious, my heart was beating fastlyM: waited calmly with mild smile on his faceHR joins meetingHR: how are you Mr. XXX,M: hmm, he is quite frightenedHR: hey XXX, relax, do you want to drink some water ? (while opening a bottle )me: did not utter a single word (I was sweating )HR : Forcefully handed over water bottleme: did drink some waterHR : I have a news for you, we here are XYZ no longer require your services and you are relieved from today and you may leave after this meeting.me : what ? what ? (heartbeat on high, could not believe on my ears )HR: Relax, calm down, you will get your 2 months salary and relieving letter along with form 16 and pay slips, you may leave nowme : Almost broke into tears literally, my eyes were RED.HR and M : they were just watching me what I am going through.me: Sir, Madam, there is some misunderstanding here, I kept telling this is not true in different ways.HR & M : both silent - no words spoken.me : again - I kept telling and trying to explain.HR : Please leave your id at me and get your stuff and leave - otherwise I have to call securityme : (coming out of shock , I was explaining like a beggar to someone rich )I am from lower middle classed family, my father is retired from school as clerk and mother is housewife , I have responsibility of younger brother for his education and I have to support my family. (M was very well aware about my background )HR : (in somewhat harsher and loud voice) : Please get out.me : I literally grabbed HR and manager feet to show me some mercyHR : XXX, please leave ASAP.meanwhile, M calls security to escort me to the gate , few mins passed, a security personnel comes in and requests me to come along with him.me : while standing and giving merciful look to both - still hoping they will revert their decision and came out of meeting room and headed towards washroomI asked security personnel to wait outside washroom and let me wash me eyes that were much REDDER and shred me tears.I came out of washroom and asked security personnel to wait at main door and requested not to come by desk very politely, he agreed, went to my cubicle , did not show any sign for what happened, took my stuff as if I am searching for something from my drawer ,just so as not to take doubt among team mates , took my stuff and gave a smile back to team mates who were not having any idea that I am leaving PERMANENTLYI walked very SLOWLY with security guy and came out of building.signNowed room (there was no one at room- room mate was at job, we were just two guys )- I CRIED AND CRIED AND CRIED FOR HOURS - and for the first time in life I experienced GREAT VOIDI was constantly thinking of my family (I was unmarried then ) and their dreams, their hopes - all gone just like that !!(I always used to send 90% my salary to home for support and brother’s education so I was not having any big bucks in banks )On the same day - I got some many calls from my colleagues - news was spread finally , did not answered single one.They all came to meet me and I told what M told me about them and they said no one has given any feedback.I did not broke news to my home - I broke it when I went to home after 1.5 months.I broke it to my room mate after 2 days.Meanwhile - I decided to change my spends towards my lifestyle since I was only having 3k in my salary account and I have to live with that for at least 2.5 months since I could not ask for money at home.I used to eat just a SINGLE WADA PAO for a day and cup of tea - you heard it - just a single wada pao for a day and a cup of tea and I have to prepare for interviews as well with this empty stomach -Whenever I got interview call - I spent money for transport and skipped eating Wada Pao and shamelessly used to ask at interview locations if they are proving free meals for candidatesI lost almost 15–20 kgs in 1.5 monthsThis continued for 8 months and finally I got a decent job !!(I faced so many cross questions like why did you leave your job in middle while holding no offer - since it was mentioned by HR on releasing certificate that I am, XXX, wants to move on )P.S.Later I come to know that HR had hired someone from college pass out from M referral who was relative of M.There were no issues among team mates - my team was really decent team - just t0 be clear.My Room mate helped me a LOT during this periodForgive my poor English and grammatical errorsI moved on and LIFE HAS TAUGHT ME A GOOD LESSON THAT I WILL NEVER FORGET.
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What are the signs your partner doesn't love you anymore?
Some signs your partner is secretly unhappy in the relationship -1. You sleep head and tail without having a fight. Your partner is now very comfortable sleeping head and tail or back to back while ensuring that there is enough space between you to accommodate a third party. Happy people like the comfort and relaxation of cuddling or being in each other's arms.2. No desire for sex. If your partner has lost interest in you sexually, it may mean they are either bogged down with worries or are attracted to someone else.3. No communication. If you find that your partner talks less and less with you and more and more with others, then this could be a sign of unhappiness. In fact, if they have grown unusually quiet in general, then something is wrong.4. Always finding fault. If your partner is constantly finding faults and finding things to argue about, then this is a sign he/she may no longer be happy with you.5. Ignoring your needs. If your partner is ignoring your needs on a constant basis, and fulfilling them happens only after constant argument, then he/she sees it more as an obligation than a desire.6. Future plans don't include you. If your partner is making plans that don't include you, not only is he/she unhappy, but they are subconsciously planning to leave the relationship.7. Disrespectful. When one partner begins to disrespect the other it is a sign that something is missing, especially if there was great respect between the two before. Unhappiness often comes with a 'don't care' attitude and disrespect.8. If your spouse is not your friend, then it's only a matter of time before your relationship ends.9. He/she spends more time away. If your partner spends more time with friends than with you, or around the computer, or stays late at work every night, then he/she is unhappy with you. Persons who are happy with each other count the hours when they can be together.10. Hates being touched. Touching shows affection. The simple gesture of holding hands while talking speaks to a level of comfort and happiness in a relationship. If this is missing and your very touch repels your partner, it means he/she is unhappy with you.
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What incident made you cry in public?
The one incident that made me cry in public was when I almost left myself behind and sat on the bus.This incident is fresh in my mind as it was just this morning, that I was heading back to my hometown from Delhi. My best friend (whom I love alot) met me at the metro station and from Hauz Khas came all the way to Anand Vihar to drop me .We met at the Rajiv Chowk metro station and headed towards our destination. The metro was completely packed and In such situations when he is around, I prefer not holding anything and pretending to fall on the slight jerks that we experience , as he would extend his arms out and wrap me in them and brings me so close to himself that I can almost feel his breath which gives me the immense happiness.So all through the journey we had hell lot of fun, I kept teasing him for starring at girls and he never misses a chance to crack creepy jokes to make me laugh. We may not be flawless as individuals, but the best and perfect partner for each other,as the bonding between us makes us frank in each others company (one year to this friendship and we have never fought for more than 10mins and that too just twice). So with laughing ,teasing and talking we finally signNowed ANAND VIHAR.We looked for the bus to Uttarakhand, and finally found a volvo which was leaving in 10mins, I turned to ask him if I should take this bus or the next which left in an hour, to which he said “ you see”. So I asked the bus conductor to keep my bag in the luggage area, and climbed up the bus after hugging my friend and planting a small kiss on his neck.The feeling of leaving and going was finally sinking in, as till now I thought this was like any other day when we went out and had fun . After boarding the bus I realized now their is no turning back, and I am leaving him and going. I got up from my seat to meet him again when suddenly the bus driver started the bus. I came to my seat and through the window looked out from him. Not finding him anywhere I thought he has left when suddenly I saw him standing right beside my window, I gave him a kiss and looked into his eyes to see the immense love he had for me.It was then that a drop of tear rolled down my eyes and I shut the curtains to my window . I reopened them to see him but it was too late and he was gone, my bus had left the station and so had I. It was then that I realized that he is gone and I am left alone. I cried my heart out and missed each moment we spent together. His smile, his eyes, his fragrance I could feel it all. their were other people too in the bus and so I turned towards the window and cried out loudly people inside and outside the bus all starred at me for being such a cry baby, but they didn’t know what went inside .In movies too they show how people cry when they loved ones leave , and I have always found it silly, but for the first time in life I actually felt what is it to be leaving someone you love so much.My phone suddenly beeped and it was his message “You left me just like that, you could have taken the later bus , today you are gone, but the next time we meet, I am not letting you go. Love you Puchu”.So yes this incident made me cry in public, but the love I have for him is worth each tear drop I shed. My entire journey was spent rubbing my eyes with scarf as I missed him badly, and still do so.PS: It has been one year that we have been friends, but we hardly meet as we are working in to different towns. This time we met after 2months and just for mere 3 days . I cried the day he came to pick me at the station and also the day I left(though I am someone who doesn’t easily trust people, and hence have never cried for someone)He hates to see me cry, and always teases by saying “ you ladies love to cry , don’t you?”.
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What are some interesting campus recruitment rejection stories?
This didn’t happen to a friend of mine :PThis happened to me !There was this Data Analytics Startup company (Now Stop Guessing, Its not MUSIGMA, I wasn’t even shortlisted in the first round of MUSIGMA)..The Job Post said, “We are looking for minds who can innovate. No prerequisites. Any candidate from any department who has a CGPA above 8 can enroll.’’First Round: I had a CGPA of 8.3. So I appeared for the screening test. Screening test primarily consisted of questions that test your personality.From the whole university only 14 people were selected. I was one among the 14.Second Round: We had this Group Discussion on the topic, How science can be incorporated into movies to make stunts more realistic, at least theoretically ?Oratory and Writing was never a problem for me since childhood. So got through the round 2.5 were shortlisted from 14 for the final round.Final Round: I went into the Interview Room. There were 2 interviewers in the panel.Interview kick started with normal basic HR interview type questions, I was painting the smile on the face of the interviewers with every answer of mine. (The skill which I developed over consecutive fall outs in the first round of 8 companies that visited my college previously.)Interviewers: So Ganesh, Your Resume says you are from ECE, How comfortable are you, with coding ?Me: I am pretty much comfortable sir, though am no coding geek. In the past 6 semesters, I have had good amount of exposure to coding. I learnt C, CPP BASICS (Appending Basics to every skill set of yours, was always a safe option ) in my first year. After getting into department, I got familiarized with MATLAB and SCILAB. I took Virtual Instrumentation Elective so I have a good amount of knowledge in Labview too.Interviewer: I can see it from your mini projects, that you have a good knowledge in software tools relating to your domain (ECE). But we are a Data Analytics Company, so tell us if you have any previous experience with any of the Data Analytics tool ?Me: No sir. I don’t have any. Maybe I could relate a bit to the Scopus journal which am currently working under my Mentor. Since it is a journal paper I cannot let you the details completely. So I’ll just let you know the concept of the base journal. We collect the data from MIMO systems, process it and predict the perfect Transceiver design. And MATLAB serves the purpose.Interviewer: Do you have any luck with R language or Hadoop ?(Luck! I smelled his Sarcasm)Me: No Sir, I did my 11th and 12th through State-Board. When I joined college, I used to envy at people who did 11th & 12th through CBSE, find coding so comfortable. Those guys who could write Double Linked List code with such ease scared me. Then slowly I learnt, I started to get the hang of it. And here I am, ending up in the Top 5. So I feel I can learn the languages required for our company too in due course of time.Interviewer: I can understand your desperation to get placed. But, hereafter when you are applying for a company, first sit and check whether your profile matches with the company’s profile. Thanks !(Desperation to get Placed ! Enough Said !)Me: I can understand that you couldn’t find me a place in your firm. With all due respect, I applied for this company just because you have mentioned “No Prerequisites” in the Job post. Hope you edit in the future Job posts of yours. Thanks !Result:REJECTED !!
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