Shit shit shit shit shit.
How was I supposed to know I’d gone into the wrong office? I was in the building for an interview anyway, they come out and they ask for Mr Alex Smith and well, that’s my name after all, so I went in.
They asked me all those questions. I thought they seemed odd at the time, but I gave them the heart and soul approach. All fire and gumption, you know, the kind of stuff that all recruiters are looking for.
They lapped it up. Honestly, it’s as if they were waiting for someone to show some spirit for this thing. I thought it was weird, expecting so much from an office assistant job, but I figured I’d just roll with it. And like I said, they loved it!
“Mr Smith, why do you feel like you’d be suited for the role?”
“Well, I believe I can bring fresh eyes to a project that may be considered tired and downbeat. Meaning no offence, of course.” I’d giggled nervously. Thought that was a deal breaker and they were going to send me away. I’d actually giggled at a job interview.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Well, apparently not. Because I got the phone call the next day. “Mr Smith, we’d like you to take on the role of General Manager to the New York Yankees.” I’d spluttered and gulped, trying to get my head around what I’d just heard. “I can understand you may be surprised by this, but being speechless is fair enough. The current owners were very impressed by your passion and drive during your interview. If you could please start on Monday, as you didn’t provide a notice period?”
The phone had gone dead. I sat staring at it, confused as hell. I thought I was interviewing to be an office assistant for crying out loud!
I sat at my desk and began to write.
- Find out what sport the New York Yankees play…
The Idiot in Tin Foil