PERFECTLY-IMPERFECT

"Five spelling error and unfathomable sentence formation; and you still boast off to be a good writer.  I am not sure how come you write such great things if I presume what you said are true. Unfortunately you don't meet my expectation, so forget about writing assignment. I cannot keep my organizations and personal image at stake. You might have plagiarized from somewhere.” The prospect meeting and my would-be boss collided with my credentials; having extinction of all the possibility of hope and recognition. And my confidence and experience stumbled upon.
I know that I might not be good enough to scribble it but that is what we have technologies to ease for. I tried to explain it, now a day’s who does prefer to scribble in note books. My answer was making somewhat sense but he was stereotyped of what he had learnt years. The second main concern was the apprehension of my writing. Yes I too believe that at time it doesn't make sense (at least to amateur readers) and most importantly I have a different style of writing altogether. Writer of almost 3 novels and various write-ups was it all I have to flaunt off barring my academic credentials (that seldom paid off). Are they all sheer waste of time and effort I guessed? I could not challenge and doubt the testimonial of his academic excellence. The fear of losing the unearned was vanished and I decided to retaliate. 
I guess he sensed it and no longer he lost interest in conversation, stood up and started fiddling with the door lock. Is he paranoid? I asked myself, no answer. I was groping in the dark and finally I considered it my humiliation and left the room. Sitting in an isolated corner of a tea shop I was engrossed in thought, when the polyphonic tone of my phone descended me to the reality ground. CHOSEN, did I hear it properly. I dismay what I heard a fiction of second ago but could not validate it. 
Should I rejoice or hold a grudge of the torment I received to be chosen for? Abode, should I say I am dwelling in fool’s paradise or I am megalomaniac? And if so was the selection parameters are good enough for good. What if I had given up perhaps my choices are narrowed or I made the wrong judgment. 
 Diving thought finally appeared with the pearl of solution. Yes I am perfectly imperfect. One law defines your credentials and worth whereas another refuses. Thanks to Damaso Pareto, great minds think alike.
Finally I smiled and moved ahead.