When I was not taken into the army again, I had to go to work again. And here I, completely bald in a sweater with a collar at the ears, come to an interview in some communication salon. I look like a young but very promising criminal recently from places not so far away. There is a crowd of potential employees in the audience. The scheme is such as, for example, “those who have completed only nine classes are not suitable for us.” Someone stands up and leaves. With every question the crowd rides. I am not leaving. I have my bald skull and I am already preparing to work. I notice that with every new question the recruiters are not looking at me well. People are getting smaller, and I am sitting. Apparently they don’t believe me. But I really know how to sell, I have a confident computer, I have a college diploma, a regional license and so on. I even thought that the recruitment of the new staff would only end when I, the suspicious kid, left. And here we were two: me and some major in a shirt, pants and a Hollywood hairstyle. The recruiting staff decided, apparently, to repeat the key moment loudly and clearly.

Once again, we remind you that if you have judgment, then you are not suitable for us.

An uncomfortable pause. And then suddenly the major stands up and leaves. I remain alone. Staff recruits are broken and, not knowing what to do, look around. Finally, a very young girl says with a trembling voice:

We cannot accept you...

Why is? Is it because I am bald and scary?

They looked around. They silence. I wanted to offer them to break into the cards on whether to take me to work or not. But I did not stand. In short, I felt sorry for these young HRocks and I just left. At the entrance there was a major and smoking.

“I have no conviction,” he said. It’s really interesting how they make you feel ?

They could not, and I left myself.

You are beautiful)))