Ha! Ha! Ha! You Kidding Right?
James standing in front of his bathroom mirror smoothing out his tie one last time before leaving out for an interview. Stepping into the bright office building lobby walking towards the receptionist.
After a week of preparation and a sleepless night questioning my ideas doubting myself but isn’t the time to be thinking like that. He took a deep breath and, he felt as ready as he'd ever be.
The receptionist directed him to the third floor, where he found himself sitting in an uncomfortable chair across from Mr. Peterson, the hiring manager. His eyes scanned James's resume carefully, his brow furrowing deeper with each passing second.
Finally, Mr. Peterson looked up, his facial expression was like what the hell are you doing with a slight grin.
Mr Peterson: "Well?
Tapping his pen against the resume.
Mr Peterson: "How can I say this young man, you are not even close to being qualified for this job. Son!"
James started laughing at what Mr. Peterson was saying.
James: "Are you serious right now?"
Mr. Peterson: "Yeah! You should've stay in bed. You just wasted your time and gas. I don’t know what you folks be thinking when filling out applications.
He walked toward the door.
Mr. Peterson: "Thanks for coming in!" Good luck on your search.
James stood up and paused for second to gather his thoughts before leaving.
James: Sorry for wasting your time.
Mr. Peterson: Ha Ha well I get paid for that little time you know. He can hear Mr. Peterson laughter echoed down the hallway as lbs walked out the building. His hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles turning white, as a mix of humiliation and anger began to bubble up inside him.