A clinic in Beijing

So I went on this interview today for the second time, actually a little preview in a nutshell: I went to meet with Mary few days ago, the manager of a vet hospital in Beijing and on top of being an hour late, she failed to acknowledge that she was an hour late, failed to apologize about it, and attempted to brush me off to the late pm hours where, to quote directly, "Frank and [her] might have some time to see [me] then to talk about this volunteer program." I immediately made my intentions clear to her that i needed a paid-job, with reasons a struggling international student pursuing a second degree would understand. That was that. Yesterday she called and explained how the head vet really liked me and thought it a shame that I wouldn't be working with them. She went on through her mumble jumble i-love-my-voice-and-my-fake-American-accent English about how they could probably figure out a position for me if I was willing to reconsider. I sincerely appreciated her call-back and arranged to meet with her today. So today went I. The staff was very nice. We chatted about Peace avenue (my ex-employer) and how fabuloso it was to be part of that family, to successfully vowed them (through no fault of my own) and maybe even inspired a couple to invest into a trip to HK for some vet-clinic sightseeings. Then Frank came. A man who seemed to stammer in English and was incomprehensible (to me at least) in Mandarin. I had to settle for one human language. Frank was nice, throughout our 1.5 hour of conversing he covered almost everything, especially about the closing months of the year that Beijing is a hotspot for mugging, that as a foreigner, I should hold my handbag a certain way to avoid being mugged, and if mugged that I should run to a safe spot after memorizing the face of the mugger, he joked about how 911 doesn't work here and that i had to dial One 10, that when in clubs I should hold on to my drink at all times and if were to let go of one even for a split second to not take it back and to not talk on the phone while walking. We had a good laugh, great intentions, a bit of stammering (on his part), lots of eye-popping facial expressions (unseen by him, on my part). Then he told me about this story, of his first visit to an animal hospital in ShuZhou, where he witnessed a dog leading a long trail of blood with it's internal organs dropping out like an opened tipped-over grocery bag. What was intended to be a spay surgery escalated to such gruesomeness merely because of mishandled anesthetics. This was what inspired a Business major student from Columbia, business manager and financial advisers of various firms in NY to , in his words "show people what professionalism truly is and the humane way to handle animals", by managing his very own vet clinic. I was inspired.