Interview in progress


    "I like to keep these interviews pretty conversational, you know, as opposed to me asking you questions and you answering. That kind of boilerte


    structure feels too... stuffy... to me, you know what I mean?"


    “Right,” she replied, "But I''m way ahead of you on this one.”


    "What do you mean?" I asked, slightly surprised.


    "I actually made a little presentation on why you should hire me,” she said with a smile, pulling out a USB stick from her portfolio. "Do you mind?” she


    asked, gesturing at aptop hooked up to a projector.


    "Oh... sure." I said, pleasantly surprised at her going above and beyond like this. She stood up from her seat, running her hands down her hips.


    smoothing out her tight skirt over her rear.


    "Don''t seem so surprised Randy," she began with augh, stepping towards the projector. "I don''t know if you''ve heard, but I have a bit of reputation.”


    I held my breath, wondering what she was about to say. "I''m a very good interview," she said with a knowing smile, as if in on the joke.


    "Right." I said with an evenugh. She tapped away at theptop for a few moments before the front page of her presentation projected onto the wall.


    "There we go..." she said to herself. She slid off her jacket and set it on the back of her chair, exposing her smooth, bare arms, d only in the short


    sleeves of her top. With the slight bulkiness of her jacket removed, herrge breasts were even more noticeable, standing out proudly from her chest.


    I quickly looked away, hoping she didn''t notice.


    I dimmed the lights slightly with a remote to make the image on the wall clearer. She took a deep breath, stood next to the projection, and turned to


    me. "So, before I begin, I want to make a deal with you.” she started.


    "Sure, what is it?" I asked. curious.


    "The case I''m about to make is very... unorthodox," she began. "All I ask is that you agree to hear me through, because I think I can make the case as


    to why I am the absolute best woman for this job. You might not agree with me at the beginning, but if you hear me out, I think I can change your


    mind.”


    "Deal." I replied warmly, willing to give her a chance.


    "I''m gonna hold you to that,” she said with a slight smile and a pointed look. She tapped a button on the projector remote to begin the presentation


    The first page of the presentation was very familiar. They were words I knew well.


    How to Get a Job


    1)Know Yourself Before I Meet You


    2)Do Your Research!


    3)Control Your Image, Change the Conversation te Emphasize Your Strengths


    4)Set Yourself Apart.


    5)Cliché''s Make My Eyes ze Over.


    6)Don''t be Afraid to Blow Me Away.


    7)Think Outside the Box.


    8)Know When te Ignore This List.


    "Now, I am sure I''m not the first


    person to base their interview


    around your list of tips," she began,


    gesturing to the list projected on the


    wall, my listof eight tips to get hired.


    "And, I haye-to admit, as badly as =>


    your dadshove these tips down our


    throats there are some pretty. good


    ones-here. And to prepare fanthis, I


    have to confess even I studied


    them," she said with augh, every


    gesture she made causing her


    breasts to bounce ever so slightly.


    ‘Stop it, Randy,’ I warned myself.


    “Now, I didn''t want to just recite


    them and answer them one by one. I


    wanted to put my personal spin on


    them. It took a while, but I think I


    figured it out."


    "To summarize, I know myself very


    well. I''ve donexa hell of a lot of


    research. know my image and how


    to use it. Kktrow my strengths and ~


    how to set myself apart. [hate <=


    clichésyand I am very good at ￠ ~


    rocking people''s words. And rust


    mezthis presentation is gana be so


    fa? outside the box, so faraway from


    what this list was designed for, that


    you won''t know how you didn''t see


    thising.”


    "Bring it on.” I challenged her, amused and impressed by the effort she was putting in to this. She wasn''t exactly known as the hardest of workers, so


    this was refreshing to see. ..


    ‘I think the biggest thing here for me


    is knowing myself and changing the


    conversation” she resumed. "I''ve


    looked at.thé other candidates and.


    compared them to myself, and quite


    honestly I in any appreciable ways"


    they''ve got me beat. They all Rave


    theexperience, the education, the


    training, the sparkling repetation...


    and I don''t. I get that. I know my


    ce, my role, and how I got here.


    So, if you''re just going off of a


    resume, I''ll probably lose."


    "Okay." I said, curious as to where she was going with this. surprised at her still confident tone while acknowledging her own weaknesses.


    "But what I''m going to do here is to convince you to ignore the resume. I''m going to convince you to ignore the degrees and the experience and all of


    that bullshit, cause none of it really matters anyway." she said, looking right at me with a serious expression. I gave her a quizzical look.This text is property of N?/velD/rama.Org.


    “And how do you intend to do that?" I asked.


    "Simple... I change the conversation." she took a deep breath before advancing. "If you want to hire an assistant, the perfect little worker bee, you can


    choose one of them," she said, pointing out the door. "But you''re gonna be hiring an assistant, Randy,” she said, looking at me with a knowing


    smirk.


    "What am I going to be hiring. then?” I asked, interested.


    “You''re hiring not what you ask for but what you need. What you''ve always needed, what any man of your stature needs. Like I said, you''re not going


    to hiring an assistant,” she paused and stepped closer, leaning over the edge of the desk, looking right at me, before speaking her next words slowly


    and clearly.


    "What you need is a slut.”