So tell me,” I glance at the young man infront of me, “what makes you suitable for this job?”
I make mental notes while waiting for his response; dark complexion, tall stature, he is ideal for the
task by appearance. Well composed, he has a quick reply at hand, “To start off with, sir, I am a
person who works on time. I meet deadlines,” he winks at me.
“That is indeed a qualifying factor,” I chuckle, impressed by his calm composure, “You seem to be
an easy-going young man, but you do understand the depth of this occupation?”
The moment these words reach his ear, his face turns to all seriousness. “Oh, soul and body,
separate. Always,” Such exceptional word play. He proves his worth again. He pauses and adds, “I
would not necessarily mix my personality with my job but in this case, I believe relaxed and friendly
would work best.”
“True. I hope you are aware that you will have to deal with all sorts of people?”
“Of course. And you do not need to worry. I am quick at being a friend, people find me a good
“Very good. Trust on their side and compassion on yours are necessary to make this work.”
He continues after my brief interruption. “-and I,” he looks me straight in the eye, “always am ready
to help. How can we just watch another suffer?!”
“Help is what they would need. Excellent.” I cannot help but raise an eyebrow.
Pleased with my response, he leans back on his seat, making himself more comfortable. He is not
the least affected in contrast to how anyone else would be at an interview.
“Are you good with tools?”
Confusion crosses his face until I add, “skilled at harvesting?”
He breaks in to a smile and replies, “Indeed! Gardening, cultivating have always been my passion!” I
wait for the ‘but sir, what has that got to do with this job?’ Yet it does not follow. I like this man.
“Well what about the uniform…? I know it is not the best looking attire but,” I shrug, “we cannot kick
“Oh no worries. I like it. It makes my walk majestic.” He stands and strides along the floor to
demonstrate. As he glides with ease, I cannot deny that he possesses the moves for this.
“Alright then,” I stand up and try to shake his hand, but he hugs me instead, an action of overflowing
warmth. He is good at bodily expressions. Great. I reach out and pick up the hour glass that was
slowly dripping all throughout the discussion and places it in his hands.
“A watch would be more convenient, don’t you think? I know it is tradition but-“
I wave my finger and cuts him short.
“Fine, if it is necessary.”
Then I walk over to the cloak room and picks out the outfit. “Oh it comes with a hood?! I love
hoodies.” His excited voice is right behind me.
Once he has worn it and admired himself infront of the life sized mirror positioned at the far corner of
the room, I tell him he should start right away, “Your service is needed now itself son. A few
customers are waiting and I am sure you will have to surprise a few more.”
“Will do so right away boss. They will be pleased with my service.”
“I do not want to burst your bubble, but perhaps,” I eye him as he listens intently, “they might not
initially like you.”
For the first time, he looks forlon. After a moment of silence he voices, “it is the dress isn’t it?”
I nod positively. “Oh I will make them trust me and all will be good.” He is so optimistic about this. I
have a good feeling about him. “You sure will.”
As I open the door and walk him out, I hand him the third priced item which would complete his
uniform. “Ah the scythe!!” he waves it about like a sword, gripping it firmly by the handle; definitely
skilled at harvesting, I note again.
“Well then, good luck. Your name as of today is Grim reaper.”
“I don’t necessarily go after titles, but your wish is my command! I will make you proud God,” he
waves, but soon stops in his tracks to look at me again quizically, “Or are you the devil?”
What a question! Who did he think would hire him? I cannot help laughing. Returning his wink, I shut
the door. I like this one.