Job Interview Preview
Good Evening Readers, today I bring you “Job Interview Preview” a preview from the upcoming story “Job Interview”. This weeks story of the week features a down on her luck mother who is looking for a new job. What she ends up doing to get the job will blow your mind…
Here is a preview:
Jane primped and preened in the mirror. No matter how hard she tried she just could not be happy with the way she looked. This job interview was more important than any of the ones that she had been to recently, she simply could not screw this up.
Coming up on her 40th birthday Jane was anything but a spring chicken. Although she worked out regularly and ate carefully she felt like she was fighting a losing battle as her once perfectly flat and toned stomach started to gain a small belt of fat so common in middle aged women. She had never expected to be having to go to job interviews still at this point in her life but when her last job had laid her off she hadn’t known what to do. Although her husband’s job paid well it simply was not enough to support all of them on alone, and her kids would be in college soon. Still, even with all of that considered she was not sure how she felt about being a secretary… She had a masters after all… Still a job is a job.
She finished primping and concluded that she looked about as good as she was going to get. She frowned down at the ample cleavage her suit displayed, although she was trying for “professional” rather than “sexy” her enormous breasts refused to be anything other than enormous. She hoped the girls would be an asset to her getting hired rather than a hinderance…
“I hope my boss is a man…” she thought to herself.
Gathering up her things she made a last check over her belongings, ensuring that she had extra resumes and a cover letter so she could nail this interview. Her checks done she gathered up her things and headed across town.
The business district was an imposing specimen of its kind, and the building where she had her interview towered over the others in the area.
Her face flushed with embarrassment and fatigue she rushed up the last flight of stairs, down a hall and opened the door to the office. Although she had left in plenty of time the combination of ill timed construction and her gps giving faulting directions resulted in her being 10 min late for her interview, which could almost feel slipping through her fingers…
A matronly looking receptionist glanced up from the paper back she was reading behind her desk and frowned at Jane.
“You are late.” She said prudely. Jane tried not to notice how the woman’s eyes lingered on the expanse of her exposed breasts, her mouth turning down at the corners in disapproval.
“I am sorry! I got lost…” Jane started to explain
“I don’t care, he is waiting for you in his office. Go down the hall and knock on the corner office door.” The woman commanded.
Jane sighed to herself, she was used to getting this kind of reaction from other women, especially women who were past their prime, or as in the case of the receptionist, was never attractive to start with. Still the automatic disapproval got old after awhile. She headed down the hallway and knocked on the indicated door.
“Come in…” a distracted sounding voice responded.
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