End with this sentence: I left the managers office, relieved that the interview was over.
Yesterday was an awful, terrible, miserable day. Yesterday was the day when I was rejected for a job for the 45th time.
The morning was an ugly one: rainy and dark. I woke up late -still hadn't replaced the punched clock thing-, dressed up as fast as I could, and ran to get the bus that would take me to the office. There, I realized that everybody was staring at me. I looked at myself then, and I realized that I was wearing a Winnie the Pooh costume.
I shouldn't have gotten dressed all that fast.
But let's get back to the story. In the bus, everybody was staring at me. Everybody including the driver, and somehow we managed to crash into some kind of historical thing of sorts. While the ambulances arrived, I looked at my watch. There was no time left to change my clothes, so I ran to the office.
When I arrived, the secretary stared at me in disbelief -I had gotten that kind of look a lot that time so it wouldn't undermine my confidence- but she was obviously a pro and she told me where to go.
The manager stared at me, too.
Then he kept staring.
Some minutes later he cleared his throat. Then, some minutes more passed.
"So... which kind of job were you looking for, Mr... Lucas?"
"Undertaker" I answered quickly. "Do you want to see a demostration of my skills? I'm the best at it, I promise"
The manager turned pale when I showed him the shovel that I had brought with me, and yelled, calling security. A dozen of guards appeared, but I knocked everyone out with my shovel -I told you I was the best- and I left the managers office, relieved that the interview was over.
