Eva goes to a job interview, never expecting to land the job. ~Daily Flash Fiction 8/24/16 |
PROMPT: INTERVIEW, WHISPER, CUP ~ 300 words or less My latest job interview had me sweating uncontrollably. I knew this was another dead end, there would be no job for me, but here I sat, my shirt soaking up the sweat that continued to run from under my arms. One by one the prospective hopefuls came in and out of the boss’ office; not one of them happily, making me close my eyes. My throat parched, uneasiness settling into the pit of my stomach. I had to drink something before my voice came out gruff and rugged, ruining what little chance I had left. I moved to the water cooler, took a paper cup and filled it to the brim. I downed the cool liquid quickly, filled the cup again draining that one and returned to my seat. “Eva Jones,” the secretary called. I stood and followed, praying with every step towards the office. “Have a seat, Miss Jones,” the woman behind the big desk said, engrossed in paperwork. I sat, the temperature in this room much cooler than the outer office and breathed a sigh of relief. “Your resume looks good,” she said, finally moving her eyes to me, her blue orbs widening in shock. I swallowed hard, trying not to show my utter embarrassment. “Oh my,” she said. I cringed, knowing I would have to explain myself. “Menopause,” I uttered, my voice barely above a whisper. She slammed her hands down onto the desk. “Oh God, don’t you just hate that? Insomnia, hot flashes, anger at the flip of a switch. What a nightmare.” I nodded, my mind racing wondering if this would help my cause or hinder it. “Can you start tomorrow?” My jaw dropped. Who would’ve thought the nightmare of menopause would lead to a job? WC: 291 |