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EX: The Job Interview (standard:other, 1114 words) | |||
Author: Pitter Pat | Added: Sep 10 2003 | Views/Reads: 3693/2297 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
My second try at this exercise... | |||
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story applications. “It's time so we will go ahead and start. The first requirement of this job is to be at work everyday and to be on time. Will this be a problem for any of you?” Everyone nodded no. “Good,” he continued. “There is a short test of basic skills the job will require then I'll talk to each of you.” He handed each of us a test. “When your test is finished, hand it to me then go mingle. I'll call your name on the intercom when I'm ready for your interview.” The test had a few simple math problems and some easy grammar questions. I quickly finished, handed him the test, and went to the refreshment table for a glass of pop. The blond that had walked in with Principal Waynette was in front of me. She quickly turned and bumped into my glass spilling it down the front of me. “Oops, I'm so sor-ry sweetie. I hope that doesn't stain your purt-ty little shirt.” She flashed a big smile, “I didn't know they were lettin' youngens apply for the job. Is this your first year of high school?” “No.” I said, as I quickly wiped the cola from my shirt. “I graduated last year.” “You'd better go home baby, and change your shirt. You wouldn't want big daddy Waynette see you all messy.” “I can't leave, I'd miss my interview...” She smiled smugly. I quickly went into the restroom and wiped the stain from my shirt. It was wet, but I hoped it would dry before my interview. “What happened?” asked a friendly voice as Barb walked into the restroom. “The blond hit my cup and spilled cola down the front of me.” Barb frowned. “Go over by the shelter house, she won't dare do anything there. Talk to the teachers, smile a lot, and act like nothing is wrong. Principal Waynette will see your calm composure and how friendly you are and all will be fine.” Outside of the shelter house I saw Mrs. Walker, one of my favorite teachers, and started talking with her. The blond again appeared and tried to take control of the conversation. “Hello, my name is Alicia,” she told Mrs. Walker. “It's good to see such friendly mature staff. I'm going to like working here.” She looked at me and continued, “ I had my little interview first. Mr. Waynette is such a sweetheart. He said the rest of the interviews were strictly a formality. He invited me to supper tonight at the new steak house,” she added. Mrs. Walker rolled her eyes; “I'm looking forward to some younger staff members this year.” The intercom announced, “Patricia, please come to the shelter house.” I quickly walked into the shelter house. “Have a seat,” Principal Waynette said as he pointed the bench. He silently studied the application then began, I'll be honest...” he hesitated. Fighting tears I choked on the words, “That's ok, I understand,” and started to stand. “No, no, sit down,” he said firmly. “I want to hire a young person for this job. I was disappointed when all the applicants were older. I remember seeing you in the office working for Barb, did you like that type of work?” “I loved it. That was the best part of my senior year.” He looked into my eyes and rubbed his chin, “I need someone who is young enough to get opinions from students but mature enough to get opinions from teachers.” He continued telling me about benefits the wages. The job paid twice what my previous job had paid! “Can you start Monday?” he asked. “I've got the job?” He smiled, “you've got the job.” “Y-e-s! Oops...” He smiled, “Be at the high school office at eight o'clock tomorrow morning to fill out the necessary papers then report to my office.” “Thank you!” Barb, Allison, and Mrs. Walker were standing outside of the shelter door. I smiled, “I start work eight tomorrow morning!” “Great!” replied Barb patting my shoulder, “I knew you could get the job.” “But sweetie invited me to dinner...” Allison pouted. Tweet
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