This Is Lebanon: Family Matters More Than You
At a recent job interview, the interviewer asked me to tell him more about myself. But to know me, he wanted to know about my family.
“Why are you asking about my family?” I objected. “It seems a bit too intrusive. You’re asking about something that is rather private and shouldn’t matter.”
“This is not America,” he said. “You’re free not to answer that question. But I’d like to know where you come from.”
I wasn’t sure whether it was good thing or a bad thing Lebanon was not America. But I was shocked and I felt invaded whether I chose to answer the question or not.
America, Lebanon, Timbuktu, my family shouldn’t matter when I’m applying for a job. My family won’t do the work. I will.