It was difficult to pay attention to the CEO and not the fangs of the screaming baboon behind him. In fact, all of the animal photography was distracting.
“Where do you see yourself in five years?” he asked as the phone rang, and he snatched it off the handset.
“Yes? Christ, what is it now?”
I breathed an internal sigh of relief at the interruption. My first job interview was not going well. Photography aside, the office ceiling was too high. I could hear the tick-tick-tick of a clock but couldn’t tell where it was coming from. My two-inch heels were two sizes too big. My feet slid down the slopes of the arches and my toes were squeezed into the point at the end.
“The third-floor printer is broken,” the CEO said into the phone. “It can’t be fixed. Get used to it.”
Just a week ago, I had earned my degree in compliance engineering with a federal policy focus. I received my diploma in a musty auditorium full of artificial calla lilies. There was a perfunctory burst of applause, followed by a drawn-out slow handclap from my cousin Ross. I had been thrilled to receive an… Read more »