“Miss Giles? You can go in now.”I s

“Miss Giles? You can go in now.”
I stood slowly, a strange smile pasted to my face. I was so nervous my palms were sweating. I wiped them on the front of my skirt and then worried that I had left marks on the dark material. I walked down the narrow hallway, staring down at my skirt, pulling at it like it was giving me a wedgy or something, probably looking like a complete fool to the strangely bitter receptionist. Well, at least I was offering her a little comic relief, right?
As I turned the corner into the marked office—checking the nameplate on the door three times to make sure I was in the right place—a tall woman with such a severe ponytail that my scalp crawled at the sight, stood and held out her hand to me.
“I’m Joan Tarek, Mr. Thorn’s personal assistant.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” I muttered, all while wondering if my palm was still too moist. She didn’t seem to react to it, so it must have been okay.
She gestured for me to take a seat in one of the chairs carefully placed in front of a heavy oak desk. She took the other, pulling a file folder into her lap and thumbing through it briefly.
“I see that you recently graduated from Baylor,” she said.
I nodded. “I did. With a double major in communications and business.”
Ms. Tarek nodded back, her eyes thoughtful as she looked at me. “Do you know a lot about environmental construction?”
I didn’t know anything about construction except what I saw on the DIY network. That odd smile came out again, as I tried to figure out what to say.
“I know that the company does some really great things for the city. I drive by the new Franklin Insurance building almost every day. It’s quite impressive.”
“It is,” Ms. Tarek agreed. “Have you ever been on a construction site?”
I shook my head. “No. But I’m a quick learner, and I am willing to do just about anything to advance the company.”
Ms. Tarek’s eyes continued to stare through me, a slow nod doing nothing to dislodge her concentration. “I’m sure you are,” she said softly, almost under her breath. “Your work experience is pretty vague. It says here that you worked for the Starbuck’s Corporation?”
I was a barista for five years. In fact, I was still a barista. I had a shift in twenty minutes. However, I hadn’t written that in my resume, hoping she would assume I worked at the corporate offices in some sort of executive-type role. I hadn’t expected her to ask about it.
“Yes, ma’am,” I said, hoping she wouldn’t push for details. But, of course, I couldn’t be that lucky.
“And your role there was?”
“Drive-thru.”
She looked up again, her eyes slightly wider. “Excuse me?”
“I work the drive-thru at the Starbuck’s on Fifth Street.”
She just nodded. “Have you ever supervised a team of any sort?”
“Not officially, no.”
“And your other work experience? There doesn’t seem to be anything else here other than some volunteer work.”
“Starbuck’s is my only work experience. My aunts—they didn’t want me to work while I was in high school because they were worried my grades would suffer.”
Ms. Tarek smiled. I wasn’t sure that was a good thing, however. She didn’t seem to be the kind of person who would find doting aunts amusing.
“Do you know anything about aerated concrete slabs? Or bamboo flooring? Do you know how to take an inventory or how to order supplies on a large scale? Do you know how to interact with subordinates and how to diffuse difficult situations?”
“I took a class on conflict resolution,” I said, aware how lame that sounded even to my ears.
Ms. Tarek stood. “It was nice to meet you, Ms. Giles. Someone will call you next week and let you know what was decided.”
I stood slowly, well aware of what that meant. I didn’t need to be experienced at job interviews to know a brush off when I saw it.
“Thank you for your time,” I said softly, as I took her hand. We shook, and then she gestured for me to lead the way to the door. I wasn’t really looking where I was going, too lost in my own thoughts to see the tall, solid man—who was standing just outside the door. I walked right into him, pressing more of body to his side than I had any other man in longer than I cared to remember. He turned, grabbing my upper arm to keep me from bouncing off his solidity and falling to the ground, further humiliating myself.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled without looking up.
“No problem,” he said, his voice so deep that it seemed to reverberate through me. And it was filled with so much humor that I had to look up just to make sure he wasn’t laughing at me.
Damn, he was tall.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

“Miss Giles? You can go in now.”I stood slowly, a strange smile pasted to my face. I was so nervous my palms were sweating. I wiped them on the front of my skirt and then worried that I had left marks on the dark material. I walked down the narrow hallway, staring down at my skirt, pulling at it like it was giving me a wedgy or something, probably looking like a complete fool to the strangely bitter receptionist. Well, at least I was offering her a little comic relief, right?As I turned the corner into the marked office—checking the nameplate on the door three times to make sure I was in the right place—a tall woman with such a severe ponytail that my scalp crawled at the sight, stood and held out her hand to me.“I’m Joan Tarek, Mr. Thorn’s personal assistant.”“It’s nice to meet you,” I muttered, all while wondering if my palm was still too moist. She didn’t seem to react to it, so it must have been okay.She gestured for me to take a seat in one of the chairs carefully placed in front of a heavy oak desk. She took the other, pulling a file folder into her lap and thumbing through it briefly.“I see that you recently graduated from Baylor,” she said.I nodded. “I did. With a double major in communications and business.”Ms. Tarek nodded back, her eyes thoughtful as she looked at me. “Do you know a lot about environmental construction?”I didn’t know anything about construction except what I saw on the DIY network. That odd smile came out again, as I tried to figure out what to say.“I know that the company does some really great things for the city. I drive by the new Franklin Insurance building almost every day. It’s quite impressive.”“It is,” Ms. Tarek agreed. “Have you ever been on a construction site?”I shook my head. “No. But I’m a quick learner, and I am willing to do just about anything to advance the company.”Ms. Tarek’s eyes continued to stare through me, a slow nod doing nothing to dislodge her concentration. “I’m sure you are,” she said softly, almost under her breath. “Your work experience is pretty vague. It says here that you worked for the Starbuck’s Corporation?”I was a barista for five years. In fact, I was still a barista. I had a shift in twenty minutes. However, I hadn’t written that in my resume, hoping she would assume I worked at the corporate offices in some sort of executive-type role. I hadn’t expected her to ask about it.“Yes, ma’am,” I said, hoping she wouldn’t push for details. But, of course, I couldn’t be that lucky.“And your role there was?”“Drive-thru.”She looked up again, her eyes slightly wider. “Excuse me?”“I work the drive-thru at the Starbuck’s on Fifth Street.”She just nodded. “Have you ever supervised a team of any sort?”“Not officially, no.”“And your other work experience? There doesn’t seem to be anything else here other than some volunteer work.”“Starbuck’s is my only work experience. My aunts—they didn’t want me to work while I was in high school because they were worried my grades would suffer.”Ms. Tarek smiled. I wasn’t sure that was a good thing, however. She didn’t seem to be the kind of person who would find doting aunts amusing.“Do you know anything about aerated concrete slabs? Or bamboo flooring? Do you know how to take an inventory or how to order supplies on a large scale? Do you know how to interact with subordinates and how to diffuse difficult situations?”“I took a class on conflict resolution,” I said, aware how lame that sounded even to my ears.Ms. Tarek stood. “It was nice to meet you, Ms. Giles. Someone will call you next week and let you know what was decided.”I stood slowly, well aware of what that meant. I didn’t need to be experienced at job interviews to know a brush off when I saw it.“Thank you for your time,” I said softly, as I took her hand. We shook, and then she gestured for me to lead the way to the door. I wasn’t really looking where I was going, too lost in my own thoughts to see the tall, solid man—who was standing just outside the door. I walked right into him, pressing more of body to his side than I had any other man in longer than I cared to remember. He turned, grabbing my upper arm to keep me from bouncing off his solidity and falling to the ground, further humiliating myself."Saya minta maaf," gumamku tanpa mendongak."Tidak masalah," katanya, suaranya begitu dalam bahwa tampaknya bergema melalui saya. Dan itu penuh dengan begitu banyak humor yang saya harus mencari hanya untuk memastikan dia tidak tertawa pada saya.Sialan, ia adalah tinggi.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:

"Miss Giles? Anda bisa masuk sekarang. "
Aku berdiri perlahan, senyum aneh disisipkan ke wajahku. Aku sangat gugup telapak tanganku berkeringat. Aku mengusap mereka di depan rok saya dan kemudian khawatir bahwa aku telah meninggalkan tanda pada bahan gelap. Aku berjalan menyusuri lorong sempit, menatap rok saya, menarik itu seperti itu memberi saya wedgy atau sesuatu, mungkin tampak seperti orang bodoh lengkap untuk resepsionis aneh pahit. Yah, setidaknya saya menawarkan dia lega komik, kan?
Seperti yang saya berbelok ke dalam ditandai kantor-memeriksa papan nama di pintu tiga kali untuk memastikan aku berada di tempat-seorang wanita tinggi yang tepat dengan berat seperti ekor kuda yang kulit kepala saya merangkak saat melihat, berdiri dan mengulurkan tangannya padaku.
"aku Joan Tarek, asisten pribadi Pak Thorn ini."
"sangat menyenangkan bertemu dengan Anda," gumamku, sambil bertanya-tanya apakah telapak saya masih terlalu lembab. Dia tampaknya tidak bereaksi, sehingga harus menjadi apa-apa.
Dia menunjuk bagi saya untuk duduk di salah satu kursi dengan hati-hati ditempatkan di depan meja kayu ek yang berat. Dia mengambil yang lain, menarik folder file ke pangkuannya dan membolak-balik sebentar.
"Saya melihat bahwa Anda baru saja lulus dari Baylor," katanya.
Aku mengangguk. "Aku melakukannya. Dengan ganda utama dalam komunikasi dan bisnis. "
Ms. Tarek mengangguk kembali, matanya merenung sambil menatapku. "Apakah Anda tahu banyak tentang konstruksi lingkungan?"
Aku tidak tahu apa-apa tentang konstruksi kecuali apa yang saya lihat di jaringan DIY. Senyum aneh keluar lagi, saat aku mencoba untuk mencari tahu apa yang harus dikatakan.
"Saya tahu bahwa perusahaan melakukan beberapa hal yang sangat besar untuk kota. Aku drive oleh bangunan Franklin Asuransi baru hampir setiap hari. Ini cukup mengesankan. "
" Hal ini, "Ms. Tarek setuju. "Pernahkah Anda di situs konstruksi?"
Aku menggeleng. "Tidak. Tapi aku cepat belajar, dan saya bersedia untuk melakukan apa saja untuk memajukan perusahaan. "
Ms. Mata Tarek terus menatap melalui saya, mengangguk melakukan lambat apa-apa untuk mengusir konsentrasinya. "Saya yakin Anda," katanya lembut, hampir berbisik. "Pengalaman kerja Anda cukup jelas. Dikatakan di sini bahwa Anda bekerja untuk Corporation Starbuck? "
Saya adalah seorang barista selama lima tahun. Bahkan, aku masih barista. Aku punya pergeseran dua puluh menit. Namun, saya tidak menulis bahwa dalam resume saya, berharap dia akan menganggap saya bekerja di kantor perusahaan di semacam peran-jenis eksekutif. Aku tidak menyangka dia akan bertanya tentang hal itu.
"Ya, Bu," kataku, berharap dia tidak akan mendorong untuk rincian. Tapi, tentu saja, saya tidak bisa seberuntung itu.
"Dan peran Anda ada?"
"Drive-thru."
Dia mendongak lagi, matanya sedikit lebih lebar. "Maaf?"
"Saya bekerja drive-thru di Starbuck di Fifth Street."
Dia hanya mengangguk. "Apakah Anda pernah diawasi tim dari apapun?"
"Tidak resmi, tidak ada."
"Dan pengalaman kerja Anda yang lain? Ada tampaknya tidak menjadi apa pun di sini selain beberapa pekerjaan sukarela. "
" Starbuck adalah pengalaman kerja hanya saya. Bibi-mereka saya tidak ingin saya untuk bekerja sementara aku berada di sekolah tinggi karena mereka khawatir nilai saya akan menderita. "
Ms. Tarek tersenyum. Saya tidak yakin itu hal yang baik, namun. Dia tampaknya tidak menjadi tipe orang yang akan menemukan bibi menyayanginya lucu.
"Apakah Anda tahu apa-apa tentang beton aerasi? Atau lantai bambu? Apakah Anda tahu bagaimana untuk mengambil persediaan atau cara memesan persediaan dalam skala besar? Apakah Anda tahu bagaimana berinteraksi dengan bawahan dan bagaimana untuk meredakan situasi sulit? "
" Aku mengambil kelas pada resolusi konflik, "kataku, menyadari betapa lumpuh yang terdengar bahkan di telinga saya.
Ms. Tarek berdiri. "Itu bagus untuk bertemu dengan Anda, Ms. Giles. Seseorang akan menghubungi Anda minggu depan dan membiarkan Anda tahu apa yang diputuskan. "
Aku berdiri perlahan, menyadari apa artinya. Saya tidak perlu mengalami dalam wawancara kerja untuk mengetahui kuas off ketika aku melihatnya.
"Terima kasih untuk waktu Anda," kataku pelan, saya mengambil tangannya. Kami mengguncang, dan kemudian dia memberi isyarat bagi saya untuk memimpin jalan ke pintu. Aku tidak benar-benar melihat ke mana aku pergi, terlalu tenggelam dalam pikiran saya sendiri untuk melihat tinggi, padat manusia yang berdiri di luar pintu. Aku berjalan langsung ke dia, menekan lebih dari tubuh ke sisinya daripada aku laki-laki lain di lama dari saya peduli untuk mengingat. Dia berbalik, meraih lengan atas saya untuk menjaga aku dari memantul dari soliditas dan jatuh ke tanah, lanjut mempermalukan diriku sendiri.
"Maafkan aku," gumamku tanpa mendongak.
"Tidak masalah," katanya, suaranya begitu dalam yang tampaknya bergema melalui saya. Dan itu penuh dengan begitu banyak humor yang saya harus mencari hanya untuk memastikan ia tidak menertawakanku.
Sial, dia tinggi.