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I came to the job interview well in advance. I went to the reception desk and introduced myself to the receptionist, who kindly gave me some forms to be filling while waiting and invited me to sit in one of the sofas in the lobby.

chose a chair with table, in order to support roles. I was surprised by the thickness of the documents and repeated the questions, already had my resume and had conducted a preliminary interview by phone. Quietly began to fill in the form point by point, without haste. He needed the job but I was not nervous and I was confident in getting the job. Had extensive experience in the hotel sector and that had a range less than the above where he worked.

finished completing all the information a few minutes before the appointed time to fulfill my interview. I looked up and saw around me in order to try to recognize my interviewer. A middle-aged woman dressed in uniform approached with great decision desk, the receptionist asked something and he gestured with his hand pointing at me, she was.

She came up with a firm step, smiling. I got up and greeted us cordially. We exchanged a few sentences of commitment and nicely asked me to accompany her. I gave him the papers, took them and as she turned her eyes rested quietly on the first page. Without pausing he turned his head slightly and I realized I inspected from top to bottom with a sidelong glance and a straight face, or at least more serious than just a few moments ago. What happened? "Was not well dressed for the interview?

walked through a maze of corridors and stairs and I thought if I was left alone at this point to find conseguría not leave the building without assistance. We entered a small room prepared for meetings. He asked me to sit down and she did so directly in front of me. Forcibly smiled and flipped through the papers selflessly looking up from time to time to smile again with ever more strained.
"You are English"
"Yes"
"Ya ..." He looked down again and continued turning the pages without stopping at nothing in particular. "I see you are applying for a position at the front desk part time. Are you studying?"
"Yes, I am a student"
"Ya ..." stopped to look at the papers and placed them aside, as if he had intended to return to them "Unfortunately, we only have full-time vacancies. Rotating shifts morning, afternoon and evening, 45 hours a week, and always ask for maximum availability. The last minute changes are very common in this job "He paused " I do not think that is what suits you if you are a student "

" But ... I do not understand. When HR called me they confirmed the offer and conditions "
" Human Resources? " made a gesture of contempt hand "have been wrong. There was a confusion"

"But the announcement also specified that answered the same conditions"

"An error" The woman turned her eyes and smiled mockingly "It consistently wrong. sorry for the inconvenience "
stood a moment in silence. I did not know what to say. The woman looked at me trying to fake a warm smile, but all rather than getting complacent expression was a forced smile.
"However, if you want I can pass your resume to other departments. Would you be interested?"

"Yes .." I said doubtfully. Needed to work and that end prevailed in my reply.

"Well," I think in the kitchen are looking for someone to clean "

" In the kitchen? " I looked at the woman intently without waiting for an answer. I was perfectly qualified for the post of receptionist, or failing any other work of some responsibility, and offer to clean the kitchen seemed a humiliation "No, thanks. I have come by the office in reception. If you can not be This conversation is becoming a waste of time for you and me "

" I'm very sorry " He rose quickly and with a hand gesture asked me out "I'll walk to the exit"

"No need. Thanks. I remember the way" did not want to be even a little longer accompanied by the woman .

not know the time it took to make the journey between the room and outside the hotel and the journey that followed. I have only vague memories of corridors and stairways and a confused feeling of discomfort. The Long Road subway back to my house was to stand the experience and clarify ideas. When I reached my destination and got off at my station no longer had the slightest doubt he was the victim of racist discrimination.

The next morning, just woke up, felt the need to dispel any suspicion and called the hotel. I spoke directly to one of the receptionists and asked if the position remained vacant at the reception.
"Yes, yes. In fact, the girl who leaves office does not end until next week"
"It's a part-time position are you?"
"Indeed. Fixed Time 17:00 to 23:00, four days a week."

Although a few years ago I lived this experience, I still regret not that hotel again and have reported my position in human resources. Musta raised memory, thinking and ultimately reject the idea of \u200b\u200bresignation. You do not do the same. Do not settle for injustice, whatever they are. Speak out! Greetings

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