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EX: The Job Interview (standard:other, 1114 words)
Author: Pitter PatAdded: Sep 10 2003Views/Reads: 3693/2297Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
My second try at this exercise...
 



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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. 


   


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