I sit looking outside at the snow. It is cold. I hate the cold. A feeling of unease drifts over me. I readjust myself in the chair. I am nervous. It is 4:30 p.m. It is time for my interview.
The secretary has already called back to the owner of the company to let him know that I am waiting. I get more excited and nervous. The company is expected to double during this year. Landing this job could be a great opportunity for me. I sit thinking about what he could possibly ask me. I have had two phone interviews and one face-to-face interview already. My last phone interview was only the night before. I was grilled with all sorts of interesting questions. I was told it was good if I passed that interview. It was a hard one. I passed.
Now, I am sitting waiting for the next and last step to begin and end. Finally, a woman with dark hair and glasses comes to greet me. She leads me to one of the large back offices. I sit down in an elegant Japanese style chair in front of a large matching desk. The room is full of NASCAR decorations. I find it funny to put Japanese furniture in an in racing decor no matter how tastefully done. Somehow, it works.
I sit looking out the window watching the snow, waiting. In walks a tall man with loose wavy blond hair. He is older but has a very youthful appearance. He sits and pulls out my resume from many that are strewnacross the top of his desk. He begins in a soft voice asking me all the same questions that I had been asked in the previous interviews and I answer pretty much the same as I had in the previous interview. He is quick and to the point. I try to mimic his style in the way that I answer so that the interview goes more smoothly. After 20 minutes it is over.
He walks me out thanking me for interviewing with his group. There are many others that he is scheduled to interview and will let me know on Thursday if I am selected. I walk out pulling my coat around me buttoning it up slowly. My scarf is wrapped tight around my neck in a fashionable tie that I had learned from the French.
I stand waiting for Vilay to pick me up. It is cold. I am watching the snow.