they are getting their name out there. They have a position to fill and I’m sure you will be the star candidate.”
“Thank you for everything, Claire, really. You were the best boss and I loved my time working with you. You taught me everything I know and I really respect the hell out of you.”
“I know and the feeling is mutual, lady. You just go in there and show them what you’re made of!”
I couldn’t help but feel like crying. Claire had gone out of her way to get me a job interview even when I had left her in the lurch. I hadn’t given any notice of needing to leave. I just went into her office a month after the funeral and said I needed to go. She had understood and had given me a month’s pay like she would’ve if I had worked my notice out.
“I’ll be sure to ring you and tell you how it went,” I said as I felt a pang of emotion I couldn’t quite name.
“You better!” she said with a laugh.
“Oh I will. I’m nervous as hell now. I have two days in which to prepare myself for this interview. I haven’t had a job interview since I started working for you seven years ago.”
“You’ll breeze it. You’re smart, funny, and anyone can see you would be an asset to their company. Just make sure you have an updated CV and that you’re dressed to impress.”
A CV was something I didn’t have. I had worked for Peterson Press for seven years and before them, I had worked as a temp so I could be at a place for a few days, a few weeks, or maybe even a few months. It was going to be hard to make that look good on paper.
“Well, I ought to work on that CV today. I don’t have a printer so I’ll have to see if there’s a library that will let me print a copy.”
“They said you can email a copy to the lady who will be interviewing you. Do you have Wi-Fi?”
“Yes, they installed it last week.”
“In that case, I’ll email you all the details; the email address, the address of the company, etcetera.”
“Thanks, Claire. I couldn’t have done this without you.”
“Thank me by getting the job.”
“I’ll do my best,” I promised, to myself as much as to her.
“That’s all you can do. Call me soon. I’ll let you get on with interview prep.”
“Claire, before you go, thank you for everything. You are a good friend as much as you are my ex-employer. I can never repay your kindness.”
“Oh hush, woman. Call me when you get out of the interview, you hear me?”
We said our goodbyes and I booted up my laptop to write my CV and cover note for it.
I called Clark when he got off work and let him know I had an interview lined up. He was ecstatic for me and I hadn’t long got off the phone with him when I heard his car pull up outside.
I opened the door and let him in.
“It’s great that you have an interview but do you have an outfit? I know how women are when it comes to preparing what to wear ahead of time,” Clark teased as he walked by me and sat on the little couch in the main room.
“I have suits back from when I used to work for Peterson’s but I don’t have anything new, if that’s what you mean.”
“Let’s see some of the options then!”
“Okay, wait there,” I said as I walked into the bathroom with a pile of clothes in my hand.
***
After a few changes of outfit, a few changes of blouse to go with the suit we chose, I finally had an outfit to wear on the big day. I also had shoes, a bag, and accessories to make the look complete. I have a very minimalist style. I don’t do big clunky pieces of jewellery, I find them too tacky.
Clark stayed to go over my CV with me and he even chose which fragrance of mine he liked best for me to spray on the day.
I couldn’t help but feel nervous. I hadn’t had an interview since the one for Peterson’s, which, of course, was years ago. I knew that so much had changed since then and that this would not be easy—yet I was excited too. The prospect of a new job and new friends, maybe things were
“Thank you for everything, Claire, really. You were the best boss and I loved my time working with you. You taught me everything I know and I really respect the hell out of you.”
“I know and the feeling is mutual, lady. You just go in there and show them what you’re made of!”
I couldn’t help but feel like crying. Claire had gone out of her way to get me a job interview even when I had left her in the lurch. I hadn’t given any notice of needing to leave. I just went into her office a month after the funeral and said I needed to go. She had understood and had given me a month’s pay like she would’ve if I had worked my notice out.
“I’ll be sure to ring you and tell you how it went,” I said as I felt a pang of emotion I couldn’t quite name.
“You better!” she said with a laugh.
“Oh I will. I’m nervous as hell now. I have two days in which to prepare myself for this interview. I haven’t had a job interview since I started working for you seven years ago.”
“You’ll breeze it. You’re smart, funny, and anyone can see you would be an asset to their company. Just make sure you have an updated CV and that you’re dressed to impress.”
A CV was something I didn’t have. I had worked for Peterson Press for seven years and before them, I had worked as a temp so I could be at a place for a few days, a few weeks, or maybe even a few months. It was going to be hard to make that look good on paper.
“Well, I ought to work on that CV today. I don’t have a printer so I’ll have to see if there’s a library that will let me print a copy.”
“They said you can email a copy to the lady who will be interviewing you. Do you have Wi-Fi?”
“Yes, they installed it last week.”
“In that case, I’ll email you all the details; the email address, the address of the company, etcetera.”
“Thanks, Claire. I couldn’t have done this without you.”
“Thank me by getting the job.”
“I’ll do my best,” I promised, to myself as much as to her.
“That’s all you can do. Call me soon. I’ll let you get on with interview prep.”
“Claire, before you go, thank you for everything. You are a good friend as much as you are my ex-employer. I can never repay your kindness.”
“Oh hush, woman. Call me when you get out of the interview, you hear me?”
We said our goodbyes and I booted up my laptop to write my CV and cover note for it.
I called Clark when he got off work and let him know I had an interview lined up. He was ecstatic for me and I hadn’t long got off the phone with him when I heard his car pull up outside.
I opened the door and let him in.
“It’s great that you have an interview but do you have an outfit? I know how women are when it comes to preparing what to wear ahead of time,” Clark teased as he walked by me and sat on the little couch in the main room.
“I have suits back from when I used to work for Peterson’s but I don’t have anything new, if that’s what you mean.”
“Let’s see some of the options then!”
“Okay, wait there,” I said as I walked into the bathroom with a pile of clothes in my hand.
***
After a few changes of outfit, a few changes of blouse to go with the suit we chose, I finally had an outfit to wear on the big day. I also had shoes, a bag, and accessories to make the look complete. I have a very minimalist style. I don’t do big clunky pieces of jewellery, I find them too tacky.
Clark stayed to go over my CV with me and he even chose which fragrance of mine he liked best for me to spray on the day.
I couldn’t help but feel nervous. I hadn’t had an interview since the one for Peterson’s, which, of course, was years ago. I knew that so much had changed since then and that this would not be easy—yet I was excited too. The prospect of a new job and new friends, maybe things were
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