Sweaty Palms And A City Job Interview (Part 3)

Valerie On The Train

Continuing with the chronology of Tuesday, I believe I am up to the point where I was jumping on a train to head to Glenfield. If not, I have vital information that would benefit the descriptive and creative framework of these pages. Jumping on a train that was headed straight to Glenfield so I could purchase a ticket I walked up the stairs of the train to find myself a comfortable seat for the ride.

Low and behold, who would be sitting on the first seat that I didn’t even notice until she exposed herself to discomfiture to say hello. It was Valerie who long before the tramp that I still associate with, got onto me (Much like the Phoenix I know now). However, the only differences between these two girls was that Valerie (Who used to live with Berenice) seduced me as opposed to what I had done with Phoenix.

Both of them were as sluttish and lacked as much class as the other and being around the same height and docility, they were more than not in the same class. For a split second I thought to sit across from her so I could at least compliment her with some conversation but that thought quickly eluded my mind and I kept walking. One of the more important reasons that I chose not to sit next to Valerie was that I wasn’t comfortable in sticking my neck out as she had done.

On top of that, besides thoughts about a month ago that included me and her getting together and getting it on (Because I was going through my horny stage) I think she is as trashy as the opposing Phoenix. However, in fairness, they are both equally sex driven still and because having sex with them would demoralize my morals, I keep them in open mind and that is all. Besides, Valerie jumped off at Leumeah and to my guess, that’s where she lives so there wasn’t much lost in regards to humility.

Lost In The City

Arriving at Glenfield I purchased my ticket and then waited ten minutes for my train to finally arrive. There weren’t any other cameo appearances on this train but I kept myself amused and made sure to sit in the same carriage of at least one attractive lady. When finally reaching the City I was well on time, being 4:00 p.m. and having until 4:30 p.m. to arrive at my interview. Jumping off at Wynyard I was hopeful to just wander around in my errant fashion but after ten minutes elapsed I thought to take my questions to the public.

I had a fair idea of where Kent Street might have been but I thought it would be more fruitful to harass the lady walking a couple of steps behind me for some directions. Having blonde hair, wearing a black work suit and being a fair distance higher than me, she was a perfect candidate for my ogling fascination of this wicked but fertile mind. Rather helpful with directions I thanked her for her time and headed toward the direction that she pointed out. It turns out that she had street-sense as well as beauty and a brain to boot, just what I like in today’s modern woman.

Heading down York Street and passing the other entrance of Wynyard Station I decided to ask a second girl for directions. Also being blonde and dawdling a couple of steps behind me she was also rather helpful in pointing me one street down in hopes that I would find my way. This girl was more around my age, probably a year older and I found it interesting when I thanked her for her time.

In those seconds that I was about to turn and carry on she made it seem as if she was going to say something, start up conversation. If I hadn’t turned around and probably fed on my intuition I probably would have realized she had something for me as I did for her but I never did follow up and we ended amiably. Many times I wish I was more outgoing and took at least one risk everyday.

That song about wearing sunscreen has much truth when it says ‘Do something everyday that scares you’, I just wish I could. However, the life I have now is in a cage with my emotions tightly fisted when in the public eye but when by myself or with my friends, that cage is obsolete. I mean, I can speak to people I’m introduced to like people at work but when it comes to meeting new people and breaking new ground by introducing myself to someone I like, I just don’t have the nerve. However, patience I do have but to uphold it for the rest of my life, I cannot.

Arriving At Kent Street

Making my way to Kent Street and then slowly pacing myself to the front of the building, I remembered the name of my interviewers and then pondered into the elevator. There was no pre-stress or anxiety within me but as usual my palms were sweaty. Despite these insufficiencies in poise I headed up to the second floor and digressed from door to door to find where I had to knock. After a couple of seconds I noticed another girl walking around being my age.

Walking in front of her for a couple of steps I noticed a curious and drawn look in her eyes. Therefore, I turned my attention to her and politely asked for David and if she had known who I spoke of. Without delay she walked me down the hallway in which we occasionally held some small-talk amongst ourselves. Walking through their office where the staff was sectioned off by those removable walls to make visible rooms with desks. This all looked intriguing to me and somewhere where I would enjoy working.

The lovely host showed me to David who was speaking to another employee. After seeing me, he noted that Beatrix could show me to an office where I could get interviewed as he quietly finished his little conversation. From the word go, as Beatrix jumped up to assist me she looked vulnerable and lacking nerve. In addition, as I left with Beatrix, David yelled out “You’re early, but that’s a good thing” which boosted my confidence somewhat.

Odette at the temping agency told me not to get so worked up because they would be placid people, I feel she was right. Once moving, Beatrix trafficked me around the office area which was fairly large, back outside and then into a proper office from where we had began. What I found interesting was how you had to have a special card to get into the doors where they worked that beeped the door open. Let me tell you, I wouldn’t mind working with that kind of security and accessory attached to my position.

Nerves And Hard Questions

When the interview began I was interested to find that both David and Beatrix sat themselves in for the interview. Normally this would put a bit of stress on me but I wasn’t anxious at all. Rather, the only concern was that my hands would still be moist at the end of the day when I had to shake theirs and through our chatting I kept them firmly on my trouser-legs so they wouldn’t perspire so greatly.

From the word go in our conversations I was utterly confident about myself. Why you may ask I’m not too certain myself but I feel my complacency and their placidity helped secure my confidence forthwith. I guess what got me in a calm mood was how David began with “So, you’re into music”. Talking about something with confidence was a great way to start as I mentioned my playing the piano for some odd years, the incident where I broke my finger (Though I noted as a Gridiron accident) and how it has now been fixed up and in no way interfering with my typing.

The hard questions that I usually got stumped on were all eradicated as I will soon point out. When David asked me “Where do you see yourself going in the future” I remembered what Keith had said earlier in the day at Mission Employment and replied “Well, I’m at the stage where I don’t really know what I want to do, tell you the truth, but I know it has to do with computers, definitely”.

Then there was the usually hard question of “What kind of work have you done recently” in which I confidently spoke of recent affiliations with temping agencies but didn’t go as far as to detail what I had done. All these thoughts have stuck in my head about the right thing to say and over time, it has led to Tuesday’s interview, which finally had seen me snatch a victory.

The majority of the conversation was directly with David who looked more the superior over Beatrix but he did allow her to explain some segments and details of my job requirements. In all other cases, Beatrix was more or less just agreeing with David when he spoke of the company and I don’t want to degrade her to lessen her presence but I feel she was intentionally keeping herself quiet because that is her character. For some reason I felt that Beatrix was showing less confidence than myself but I guess I’ll find how confident she is in the workplace as time progresses for me and the company.

Getting Remembered

I believe success started to arrive upon my feet as I transcended into another chapter of grace from my life. I truly believe that you have more chance to land a position if you can have the employer remember you in some way. Some people decide to wear trashy lipstick, short skirts or approach the conversation in different and unique ways. Although I wasn’t conventional in my dress sense and I wore an open collar which made it look as if sex appeal was my game, I feel that my conversation and opening up helped make me remembered.

The difference in our interview came when we started talking about my hobbies and my personal life related to work. I’m not sure how we arose at those topics but we talked about my memoirs, my bodybuilding achievements, gridiron, my typing ability and how it all began for me. Mostly, I impressed them with statistics regarding my diary and how I have been typing consistently every given day (Respectfully) for the last three years and a half.

“That’s how you got so good at typing” he commented and as I agreed I finally noticed that I finally made a link between my typing ability and how it has continually progressed and what’s more, I had the interviewer comprehend. There was the little idiosyncrasy of how I would prefer to call these pages much more than the feeble word he used, a Diary.

“Nope, Diaries remind me of kids in high school talking about their first loves, I would tend to think this as a gathering of chronology, philosophy, poetry and scientific study all in one daily package”. That seemed to interest the both of them as David noted “So, when you go home, you’ll write about the whole day and about how we’re both harsh fools”, we just all burst out laughing.

Description of my writing Sonnets and poetry within my diary soon stemmed from my chats and then I began to explain how it all started three and a half years ago. To repeat in these pages, it all began because I wanted to keep a track of my bodybuilding records so I could look back upon it and see what I was doing wrong.

Each day it progressed from writing a page or two of chronology and philosophy to a couple more lines and through the years it has increased tenfold. When I uttered “In fifteen years of writing in my diary I would have filled out enough information to fill a whole encyclopedia” they both sat back in their chairs and looked awed at the prospect of so much work and yet, to call it a hobby.

“So are you looking to make this a book in the future” David uttered and as I nodded he added “Well maybe in ten years time we’ll read your book and say, hey that’s us”.

The Job And The Money

The interview was so trans-lucid that each transition into another topic seemed so smooth an adjustment of atonement. When the personality side was chiseled out the job was then explained, what my tasks would be and the chance for promotion. Basically as he commented, there are about six things that I have to do everyday including filing, opening mail, sending mail at the end of the day, typing up letters and general administrative tasks. Taking a look at my area where I would work I was quite comfortable with the idea but wasn’t too sure if a desk was involved with my position.

David spoke of how there was either the possibility of moving to a Claims Officer for Workers Compensation or to the other end of the office as a Secretary. “You know, most people would have some bias to a man being a Secretary but I really feel like I could do a good job there” I explained to David, deciding not to leave a blank to his proposition of promotion in the future. Eagerly I agreed in a positive accruement when David casually asked “Are you planning to stay with the company for a while”.

Everything was looking promising as David looked at Beatrix and noted “We’ll he seems fine with me what about you” and Beatrix acting as the despondent naturalist replied with a nod and agreement. Progression led to chatting about money in which he asked me what I used to get paid and working my way up from lowest to highest payment he worked out that I would be getting around $18,000 per annum. Adding the payment up loosely in my mind just under $300 after tax didn’t sound bad at all.

Dress Code Advice

Wrapping up our interview after forty five minutes of light-hearted discussion we ended on the matter of dress-sense. Deciding not to be too austere and sticking more with his placid temperament he thought long and hard about my look and then decided to note that it would be better if I had worn a tie. Basically, in no direct way he noted how everyone else in the company wore a tie to work so I decided not to even think about arguing to his gesture.

Therefore, tomorrow when I head to the City I will most probably be looking for work pants, a shirt and if any money is left, a tie. Making my way out of the interview room I had fair control over the moistness of my hands as I met with both David and Beatrix’s hand on the way out. To both of them I did pay as much respect in shaking hands as I did in the interview room as both were most deserved.

A High Five For The Lift

Making my way down the elevator I gave a high-five to the air knowing deep down that I had my foot in the door for this job, all I needed now was the nod. Making my way out of the old FAI building in which they have now merged with and taken over, I realized this would be a building I would more see through the year and each working day in the near future.