The Interview

I'm very nervous, stomach is tight. I'm wearing the new shirt that I bought yesterday on sale at Kohl's. I clutch my project meeting notebook close as I sit in a waiting room, but then suddenly realize that I forgot to print out the resumes I wanted to bring in for this interview.

Then, my name is called by a secretary, but as I looked at her face, I recognized her. I smiled and said hello, asking how she's been the last three years that I've seen her. She returns the smile, answers, and takes me back to the interview room.

I walk in to this huge room, and I am seated toward the head of this large conference table. A few people already sit around the table, and I recognize a few of them too. I smile and say hello, secretly wondering when they must have transferred to this new company. Did the City of Vancouver lay off this many people recently? I think to myself that, perhaps because I know so many people on the interview panel that, I could be a better candidate than the rest. We will see, I guess.

As more people filed in, I get more and more nervous. How large was this panel interview going to be? As everyone sat down, I quickly counted around the table. 25, 35, 45! This was going to be the largest interview meeting that I'd ever been in!

Suddenly, a manager stood up and asked for everyone's attention. As she started the meeting, I recognized her voice. As I looked up to study her face, it came to me! She used to own the pharmacy that I worked at through college. My eyes then studied the rest of the faces, some who smiled at me, others who appeared bored with the speaker. There were faces that looked vaguely familiar, and others who I knew right away. Then, it hit me! They were all people that I had worked for throughout my entire life!

As, I clutched my hands in my lap, I listened to the rest of the speech, which turned into a long office meeting. The owner of the pharmacy always DID like to hear herself speak. I wondered when she was going to introduce me. Or at least get to my interview questions, and what they were going to be.

Without warning, I was transported back to my comfortable bed, where I suddenly woke to Scott's alarm going off. I stretched my stiff muscles and took a deep breath.

I hope that the real interview today will go as easy as the dream interview.