battle of the sadness

i was 50 minutes early for the interview.

the interview was in the conference room, and there were 3 men seated spaced evenly in a row opposite me, with a placard each stating their name and designation. they were dressed in full formal wear. the lady who opened the door for me was seated on the left, out of my line of sight as i faced the firing squad;

how is your financial status now?
how are you coping with your financial status?
doesn't your sister work too?
isn't there legal aid for lawyers?
how much does it cost per month for all the expenses?
what do you plan to work as?
do you work? how much do you earn?

this is the selection of candidates for the bursary; this is
the battle of the sadness.

are you sad enough?