“you might think she was an angry woman” by Sasha at her kitchen table


Thursday April 6, 2017
12:59pm
5 minutes
The Birth House
Ami McKay


“You’re not going to get pregnant and have to quit or something, right?” I looked down at my hands in my lap, clasped tight.

“I’m not sure if you’re allowed to ask me that?” I wish I hadn’t phrased it as a question. I wish I’d said, “You’re not allowed to ask me that.”

I wonder about my friends who are men, who are also finishing graduate school, who will also go on a series of good, bad, demoralizing, funny, awkward interviews. I wonder about these men, fine men, good, kind men, and if a man in a purple tie might ask them about their future babies?

Unlikely.

“Thank you for your time. We’ll be in touch.” A clammy handshake.

“Thank you,” a knot in my throat, brow slightly furrowed, I go into the bathroom and change my shoes.

“In an attempt to get around this problem” by Sasha at her kitchen table


Saturday March 12, 2016
5:17pm
5 minutes
Epigenetics Revolution
Nessa Carey


“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 –

“Jean?”

“Yes?”

“Tell me a bit about something you feel particular – ”

“A well shaved leg.”

“Hm.”

“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.

“Richard Rooney” by Sasha at Cafe Novo


Saturday, January 26, 2013 at Cafe Novo
12:52pm
5 minutes
the program for This Is War at Tarragon

Shaking hands with him, I never would’ve guessed what he’d been through, you know. I mean, you sit beside people on the subway, or you wait behind them in line at the bank and you have no damn clue what’s happened to them. Richard had e-mailed me in January. Clearly he’d done his research. He read up on the company, he knew our mandate by heart, he got our concept… It’s… hard to talk about now, after the fact. Okay. So. Long-story-short, Rich came in and he looked really, you know, clean-cut. He had a firm handshake, a strong… energy. I’m not airy-fairy, but, he did have a… it almost felt like he’d been in the army or something. He knew how to look you in the eye. At the end of the interview I said, “So, when can you start?” He’d been with us for… under a week, I think… and he asked if I had time for a quick chat. Of course, I said “Yes”, I mean, he was one of my new guys. Sometimes people feel lost at the beginning, like, they need guidance. That was when he told me about… getting out of jail three months prior and… not being able to find a job. His girlfriend was pregnant… with twins! He was… between a rock and a hard place, you know?