A Slightly Awkward Job Interview
Spoiler alert: We’d met before
She walks into the room, sits down, pulls out a cheap pen with a bank’s company logo on it, smiles, says “Sell this to me.”
I almost shit myself and immediately begin sweating much more than I normally do during job interviews, which is not an insignificant amount. I just barely restrain myself from letting out an “Aweeee, fuck me.”
I wonder if the bank that shills those pens is one of the clients I’d be working on if I joined the team. I table that thought because I’m at the point where I’ll work on whatever, pretty much — even if it’s dull and makes me feel a little dirty.
Maybe especially then.
I’m in a weird place.
“We’ll get to that,” she says, nodding at the pen. “How have you been?”
I nod the affirmative at nothing, avoid eye contact for a few seconds, suck it up, stop looking down and finally meet her gaze. I force a smile.
She remembers.
I was hoping she wouldn’t remember.
I can’t recall a time when I wished harder that someone didn’t remember me.
“Can’t complain, really.”
“Really.”
