Saturday March 12, 2016
“So Jean,” he says, peering over his bifocals, “tell me a bit about something you feel particular passion for…”
The way he says “passion” turns my guts. Or maybe it’s the nachos I had last night… Nope. Definitely how he just –
“Tell me a bit about something you feel particular – ”
“A well shaved leg.”
“Weren’t expecting that now, were you?”
He shuffles my resume with a few others. Must be an intimidation tactic. He must not have loved my answer. Whatever.
“Have you ever worked in the not for profit sector, Jean?”
“Why as a matter of fact, I have. You just slid my resume cozily between a few others there, but if you refer to it once more you’ll see that I’ve worked in the – ”
“You’re funny Jean. I like that. You need a good sense of humour to survive in this business. It’s the Wild West.”
“Mmm?” I take a swig from my water bottle. He watches me.