(And why would they call?)
The woman who interviews (hi, Tara) is asking me all sorts of things, how long is commute and how are my the people skills. While she talks her injured leg is resting on the support.
I look at her cast and I wonder if I can get on my feet here. Ever.
- What do you like to do? What are you reading?
- I love photography, I studied itat Kyiv. I like deciphering old digitized papers. I save a ton on books with public domain and libraries. That really makes me exciting. You know, like the digital collections of the New York library?
She looked at me, I swear I saw a sparkle.
- I'd say I know. Let me show you something.
She puts her leg on a three-wheeled bicycle (still can't get used to all the cool things here) and rolls along the hallway, I'm running after her. One door, another door, and we're in the lab for digitization. There are gray walls in here, no windows, I blink to make my eyes adjusted to the lighting and there I see it - a big camera on the rake.
On the command of the operator, the camera attached to the metal counter, goes up and down, depending on the proper focus distance. The lens manufactured in German is looking at the spread of a thick book with yellowish pages. And with this lens, you can create images where you can see the dust, the particles.
I blinked again.
I opened my mouth and said:
- Do you happen to have any positions in here?
There, right after words flew out of my mouth I learned that I am not constantly slow (I put elevator pitch in forty seconds). I also realize that I may have mastered in the art of of persuasion. Or maybe I posses the charm of Soviet actress named Faina Ranevska, go ahead and read about her.