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Three - Google, Meetings, and Calls

"Make it a note to make a point." he said
That's good advice I'll take it
Now, I'll start to use it, you know
Sentence, long messages

Opening an Internet browser, I opened Google so I could do some research to figure out what questions I'd be asking at the interview the next afternoon.

I opened the folder again, this time to find out who I'd be interviewing.

Sasha Starr.

I knew that name. That was a new band that had just started to pop up on the scene.

Wanting to know all that I could before I started thinking up questions, I typed the name into the bar on the screen of the site.

Opening the first four sites in tabs at the top of my browser, I pulled the draw of the desk open, picking out a pencil out of the stash there. Then, I opened the drawer below it, bringing out a notebook to write in.

Toggling between the sites, I jotted down some notes, organizing them so it would be easier to come up with questions later.

By the time I put my pencil down, rubbing my hand, as it hurt from writing so much, it was almost time for the staff meeting.

I picked up a small notepad and a pencil and made my way in the direction that a few other people were headed—towards the interview rooms, where the staff meetings were held, apparently.

I looked at the shiny, silver watch on my wrist as I entered the room. One minute to half-past-one.

I looked up and smiled. Ben, the only person I knew so far, was leaning against the wall in front of me.

"Howdy, Dare," he said, smiling at me, standing up straighter.

"Hi Ben."

"Good-afternoon," a voice boomed as someone walked through the room and to the head of the table.

I turned, facing forward more than I already was, noticing that it was Ms Margit who spoke, followed closely by another man who looked just as important as she did.

Everyone in the room mumbled a 'good-afternoon' in reply to her, sounding a bit small in comparison.

"All right, you all know the purpose of this meeting," she began, taking a seat.

The man that had entered with her took the empty seat to her right. "We have eight new employees," he added, pointing out what everyone in the room already seemed to know.

Ms Margit was about to add something else when there was a knock on the door and a woman pushed it open, stepping into the room.

"Yes, Jane?" Ms Margit asked, looking up to her.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but there is an urgent telephone call for Miss Palmer," the woman said, sounding slightly nervous.

I was shocked that this news, my eyes widening to the size of saucers.

"Very well, then. Adara, go with Jane," Ms Margit instructed.

I followed the woman, Jane, out of the room, slightly nervous, trailing slightly behind her.

"Excuse me…?" I asked, falling in step with the average-height woman.

She looked down to me. "Yes?"

"Who's on the telephone?"

"That would be one Hugh Jackman," she told me, matter-of-factly.

"Umm, who?"

"You don't know who he is?"

I shook my head. "No, I don't," I replied, slowly.

"He's in the band that you'll be interviewing."

"Oh." I still didn't understand completely.

"Okay, I can tell you still don't get what I'm saying."

Wow. Was I that easy to read?

"Just pretend you know when you talk with him, all right?"

"Got it," I nodded, smiling slightly.

"Good. Here you are." She picked up the receiver, handing it to me.

"Thank you." I put it to my ear as she took it off hold. "Hello, this is Adara Palmer."

"Adara? This is Hugh Jackman."

"What can I do for you, Hugh?" I asked, not one-hundred per cent sure what to say.

"Well, you see, my band-mate, Sidney, double booked us for interviews tomorrow," the lad explained.

In the background, I could hear some complaining. "I said I was sorry! It was an accident!"

"Oh, that's not very good…."

"No, it's not. So, we were hoping that maybe we could reschedule…?" he suggested.

I looked around the desk that was in front of me—not my own—searching for a piece of paper to write on. Not finding one, I turned back to the telephone in my hand. "Could you hold on just a minute—I need paper."

"Yeah, sure."

I moved the receiver away from my face, turning to Jane, who was standing just behind me. "Could you transfer this to my desk, please?"

"Of course." She took the telephone from me as I rushed off to my desk.

As soon as I got there, a light on the base of the telephone started flashing, telling me that I had someone on hold.

Before picking it up, I opened the folder with the information on the interview, looking for the date I had to have it in by.

Next week. It'd be fine to reschedule, as long as it was in the next day or so.

I pulled the notebook I had my notes on and picked up the phone, pressing the button next to the light that was flashing.

"Sorry about that."

"S'all right," he replied.

"We can reschedule, as long as it's on the next couple of days," I told him.

"Awesome!" Hugh cheered before it sounded as though he was looking at a book. "When would be good with you?"

"Well," I looked at the empty day planner on my desk. "I only have a meeting tomorrow morning and this interview for the next two days."

"Okay, so, then, would Wednesday morning at half-past-ten be fine?"

I looked down at the planner, already knowing that I didn't have anything for then, making it seem like I had to double check. "That would be good."

"All right. So, same place?"

"Sure. I'll see you Wednesday, then."

"Right. Thank you. Goodbye."

"'Bye now."

I made a note of the information as I waited until he hung up before putting the receiver down.

Getting up from my seat, I headed back the direction I came. Walking down the corridor towards Jane's desk, I noticed that everyone that was in the meeting room was walking out.

"What did I miss?" I asked Ben as he walked up to me.

"Nothing, really. They introduced the new employees; that was it; explained that you were the last one."

"Oh."

"What was the call about?"

"Reschedule."

"You should probably tell your boss about that, then."

"I was just looking for her." And I was. I was trying to look around six-foot Ben—but I wasn't able to; he was too tall and bulky—in a good, muscular way. "If only I could see around you…."

"Oh, sorry," Ben replied, moving towards the wall. "There she is!"

"Right. See you later." I walked down the hallway towards where Ms Margit was exiting the meeting room. "Ms Margit?" I called.

She turned to face me. "Yes, Adara?"

"I had a rescheduling; that's what that call was about," I told her.

"I figure as much. When was the interview moved to?" she asked.

"Wednesday at ten-thirty."

"All right. Then, make sure you have your questions ready for revision by the end of the day tomorrow."

"Will do."

She smiled tightly, nodding. "Great." And then, she turned and walked away.

I turned back around, and headed back for my desk.

song: make yourself at home by the starting line

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