Yet another obvious fact that I hadn't realised or unearthed yet, been struggling with, for more than a decade.
I'm attractive to everyone. I make people laugh and smile.
I'm bound to a world which restricts my talent & ability, with no chance to meet an employer who pays minions to find 'me' for them, having to decide if I'm worthy. The only method is to pick up the telly fone and poke me with it, reading out some spiel from someone who wrote it for them, asking me meandering questions with no meaning...
Hiding behind a magical disguise of a piece of plastic held against the ear. Even if both people are completely blind and deaf, a real handshake is proper communication, and a way to make an impression.
Even the next step of interview with the real employer, on a conference call with others, including the agency, it's a joke. A way to 'filter out' any of millions of applicants who sound imperfect.
I want to be right in front of people. Agencies don't allow it. It's always 99.9999999% sorry you have unfortunately been unsuccessful. We found someone better.
A real interview at the top of a Canary Wharf tower feels so special. Even if my tailored suit, bought in Patong Beach STARtailors in Thailand, cufflinks, shirt 'n' ties, glam shoes, realistic, bold manner is not enough for someone, at least I get to have a final handshake, at a dismal point of rejection, which I'm used to, careful not to exhibit the deep rage & fury, such as a chair going through a window, I keep it bottled up until I'm ushered out, but I can crush & crack the bones in their hand, with a pleasing grimace and squeal.
