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A lesson learnt loosing 100 bucks!

Yesterday morning I came across an advertisement on Mumbai mirror for call center jobs, and as I am just graduated and suffering vacations (yes, I suffer them) I needed something to kill my time. This was a good opportunity.Also, the interview place was near my locality.

I went. Combed every office on the first floor, but couldn't get the one I was looking for. Well of course, why would I get it if I was searching for office no. 202 (which is supposed to be on the second floor), on the first.
Being totally confused, disturbed a pair of love birds (only people I could see in that dingy, isolated complex) apologized for intentionally intruding, asked them directions (and wow! Even they had no idea -_-)

Called on the HRs number. Phew! finally got my path right and reached there. Wish I had lost my way and came home, at least I could have saved my 100 bucks (yeah yeah not much an amount, but it does bother me when I paid it for just a 50 pieces xerox form). I was coaxed into paying it. Otherwise, according to her, the interview wouldn't proceed further. That's outright weird. Fine, I don't have much experience, but I do have common sense. Never even heard a "paid" interview and then I was witnessing it.

I filled up the form, submitted and then round of 2-3 expected questions and I was selected. That felt so good. Before that we could proceed further, her cell rang. The other end side asked her what is the job at the call center (even I'd asked her to call). She spoke with a poker face "jhaadu lagana hai" . That took the air out of my breath! What??!!

I sat still in an interview-kind-manner. She explained me all the procedures. The salary part and incentive part were real tasty not until she threw another bomb. She asked for 550 bucks for giving me a "special code"(that, in her words, would be my identity at the company. ). That's okay, but have I ever heard about this.? Never.

I reached for money in my handbag, clearly feeling uneasy about the system, the interview and above all about that 'HR- of -a -sort'. Complete cheats. Pretended that I was outa money and hurried out of the fraudsters office (she still keeps calling me)


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