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Memory of an Interview
THIS SHORT STORY IS NOT BASED ON A REAL INTERVIEW!!!
Just a short (and hopefully humorous) story... Please tell me what you think!
I don’t know what set it off. I have no idea why I am remembering this now. It is a pointless memory and has nothing to do with anything. But all of the sudden I am struck with nostalgia. An old interview floats back into my mind…
“Name?” The interviewer.
“Joel Lusk.” Me.
“A pleasure to meet you Joel.”
We shake hands.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you too sir.”
“Take a seat.” He indicates a chair.
I sit. “Thanks.”
The interviewer, “Just call me ‘Larry’,” sits as well.
“So,” says Larry as he looks at my resume, “I see you like working with people.”
“Yep. I’m a people person”
“Good, good.”
“Yee-up, a people person.”
This interview was not getting off to a good start. Larry knew this was my first interview, and I could tell this was his first time interviewing. It was not going to be pretty.
“So Joel…”
A pause as he glances at a paper entitled “Questions to ask during an interview.”
Uh-oh. That’s not a good sign. This interview is not going to get anywhere soon.
“What are three words that would describe you?”
“I am hard working, patient, and…”
Shit! The next thing on my pre rehearsed list was being a people person and I can’t use that now because we already killed that subject, I can even see it laying dead on the ground and smell its flesh as it sits rotting on the floor of Larry’s posh office, and now I can’t say “good speaker” either because of this ridiculously long ass pause… Think! Think!!! I need the money! Think!!!
“And nice.”
Ta-Daaaah!!!!
An incredibly lame finish.
“Ah, nice.”
“Very”
An awkward silence pursues.
We both look at the desk and I am sure we’re thinking the same thing…
I am an idiot.
He’s an idiot.
Neither of us should be here, because we are idiots.
“Any hobbies?” asks Larry trying to cover up his shame.
“I enjoy reading, helping my friend with her music, and swimming.” I reply trying to cover up mine.
“Could you tell me more about what type of books you like?”
What an odd question. We are off the normal interview script now! Onward into the abyss! Onward into the dark unknown! We shall laugh in the face of danger and conquer the shadows of the world until all is in the light!
“I read books like iRobot, 1984, The Invisible Man, Dracula … Books like that. I am a sucker for the ‘classics.’”
“Cool.”
I sigh. I bet he only recognized one title on my list.
“So Joel, why do you want to work here?”
I need the money, I think, but answer, “I believe it will be a great opportunity to help the community by using my people skills.” And earn some much needed cash.
I flash Larry a smile.
He flashes one back.
We share a moment of uselessness.
The silence catches us.
“So…” says Larry.
“Yes..?” I reply hopefully.
Will the quiet end here? Will this be an end to awkwardness beyond measure?
I hope so.
Larry clears his throat.
I lean forward in my chair.
Waiting, waiting.
He grins.
NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
It’s NEVER a good thing when the interviewer “grins”! Smiling is fine, but grinning! Especially an evil grin like that! Means bad things. It means the interviewer feels threatened by you. It means you’re not good enough. It means they think you’re pathetic scum. It also means I won’t be getting any of that much needed cash from this particular workplace.
I settle back down in my chair disappointed.
“Why should I choose you to fill this position?”
He put a nasty stress on the “you”. I can actually feel his evil thoughts blasting towards my face. It’s like a strong wind carrying a very distasteful odor.
My position is hopeless but I carry on.
I can still try.
Even though the decision has been made and I know I’ll lose. I wonder if this is what it’s like to be ruled by fate…
“I feel that I have the qualifications and drive to do a really good job here,” I say through my teeth as I grin tersely, “and that I will be able to thrive in this work environment. I also hope to add my own abilities to the companies so we can all reach for higher goals.”
Now that’s what I call over embellishing!
Larry pauses not seeming to know how to respond.
Ha! Take that you irksome interviewer!
“I see…” He finally replies.
“So what does this business have to offer me?” I inquire sweetly.
Larry makes a lovely shocked statue. How I want to take this marble carving home! I’d proudly display it and tell everyone “Twas the day I slough the beast that I won this mighty trophy!”
“Um, well…”
Ohhhh!
I’ve done it now! I’ve put Larry on his guard!
And so the interviewee becomes the interviewer!
“We offer good health care plans to full time workers. And dental.”
“Ah I see.”
“I see.”
“I saw it first.”
Now Larry’s really angry.
Have I been mocking him? Parish the thought!
I smile.
He just doesn’t know what to make of that.
“Ummmm…”
“Yeeeeesss...?”
Now I am just being a bit of a jerk…
“Uh I think that is about it…”
He’s actually blushing now.
Oh a tiny pang of guilt.
Larry grins that evil grin of his, all embarrassment gone away.
My guilt too disappears in a rush.
“You can leave now.” The interviewer.
You can droop dead I think but say, “You too!”
We sit there silently evaluating each other for a time.
We grin.
“Goodbye Mr. Lusk.”
“Farewell Mr. Just-call-me-Larry!”
And so ended a very uneventful interview, and my people skills were put to shameful waste…
Where did that come from? What a random memory! I haven’t thought about Larry in forever! Then I remember.
That’s right I saw him shopping just the other day!
He had grown fat and lazy. I felt a shame at seeing his disarray. So disarmed he was in his casual weekend wear. I felt like I was intruding on his private moment as he inspected broccoli in the grocery store. Yet at the same time I knew he would have taken a sick pleasure out of invading my moment over by the other noble vegetables. I turned my back on him and hurried off to make my purchase of milk, bread and a rather nice bag of carrots.
Fiction: 11/25/08 | Posted By: tsubasachro | 0 comments |
Human's End
My 2 year TheO surprise!(Unless you read MyO...)
BACKROUND OF STORY:
This one of two short vampire stories I wrote under the prompt "Your first night as a vampire." Thoguh I like the other story I wrote better (a comedy from a guy's point of view) it's hand written, needs to be fixed and Iam too slow a typer to write it up agian. (Maybe I'll post that one later...) Back to the point now. This is written in a very similar style to "Miss Ratched's Love Story" and is hopefully a good description of the first day night of a vampire.
Please comment!
I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading!!! *bows*
The end. Or at least that’s the way it began. My death, that’s how my life came into being. I remember how it felt when my body failed and how the world I had known drifted away from me. There was pain at first but it soon faded. All that was left was me. Then I also began to feel the “me” floating away. Then nothing. Just an endless expanse of nothing. I was quite surprised when feeling came flowing back again. No pain, not anymore, just warmth. It felt wonderful, warm like being wrapped in a blanket. I was so at peace with myself, the world, everything.
I opened my eyes.
Night enveloped me. Oh, how beautiful the world appeared to my new eyes born of darkness. I saw the hidden light that eyes blinded by sun can never be able to see. I understood right away that sunlight would never be enough for me again. It would never make me as happy or as warm as this dark bliss. It felt exhilarating. It was as if the elements themselves were giving me strength. More then I ever could have even dreamed of attaining had in my previous life. I stood up and took a deep breath so I could fully enjoy the sensation of this power. Suddenly I realized that the rhythm of my heart and breathing I had grown so used to was over and everything was still and quite. When it sunk in that I no longer needed to breath and that that life was done, I stopped. No need to pretend I was still alive in the way I used to be. I had a second chance at life within my death. I was beyound description.
Then an odd, but not surprising, feeling took me over. Hunger. Even this feeling was pleasant even though at the same time it was tearing me apart. It was all consuming. The pain itself was beautiful bliss. It was ecstasy. My very being seemed to be crying out, every cell craved blood.
Maybe a cat jumped over my grave? I mused remebering the old stories from my first life, or maybe it was my red birthmark, or was I born with hair? I wonder. I wonder. What made me this way?
Putting those pointless thoughts aside, I then went in search of subsidence. I walked slowly, I was in no hurry. I could feel my goal near; unsuspecting and weak. Their heartbeat sounded delicious. I crept closer. They could not hear me. After all with out troublesome breath and heart to worry about, I was completely silent. Soon I was right behind my prey. I watched them they were vulnerable and would be easy to take. I slid silently behind the human, and before they could even begin to think, a quick twist to the neck and they were dead, gone to my cause. As to feed before the blood turned cold, I quickly I clamped on to their neck and broke the skin with my long teeth. I then proceeded to drain them of their blood. It was sweet and warm. I could feel it sliding down my throat into my stomach, and feel it being absorbed into my being. I was feeling stronger then ever, it was the best thing I had ever tasted.
I let go of the body and it dropped with a thud to the ground. I licked my lips. And took time to enjoy the moment. Instinct more then anything else told me what to do next. The sun was coming, and my sensitive night eyes would be burned from the brightness of its light. I turned and went back to my new home. I stared at the hole in the ground where I had been thoughtlessly buried by my killer. I climbed into the pit and pulled the earth so it covered me once more. I fell asleep.
I had sad dreams of a life past. In the dream there was sun and a family I will never see again. I know the dream well now, it’s the same one I have every day. And I know when I wake again tomorrow night I’ll have the tears running down my face like I always do. Someday will I finally die? I wonder. I wonder.
Fiction: 09/17/08 | Posted By: tsubasachro | 1 comment |
Miss Ratched's Love Story
Hey everybody! Its been awhile since I posted on TheO!!! Below is a story I wrote for my English class last year. Its a prequel to One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, but you don't need to have read that to understand this! Please comment and tell me what you think!!!
I remember long ago. It seems so very long ago. He's still alive in my memory and I love him even more then I ever did back then. I remember it all so well even now. When he told me he loved me for the first time. When he finally decided to propose to me and I said yes. When he was drafted and told me he was leaving. Our wedding was called off. He was shipped so very far away. I wanted so bad to help. I became an army nurse in hopes to help the cause and to bring him home sooner. I saw so much blood and pain. So many went insane from what they had seen, it made me even more frightened for him.
Every time a soldier came into the hospital I thought it would be him. Every man wheeled out to the morgue had his face. Every pained wife, sister, and mother mourning for the one gone away ripped at my heart. Their tears seemed to whisper, “This could be you next. It could be you.” I cried myself to sleep each night, trying to gain control over my life. The fear just about killed me. Every day was hell; I struggled to keep a hold and to do my job, and to help my patients. Every night I died of fear and every mourning hope brought me back again. I missed him.
I wrote him every day about my work, and day to day life. He wrote back with his feelings for me, and we discussed our future wedding plans and how everything would be better when we saw each other again. Our love grew stronger by the day; the fear pushed us so close. “To my dear fiancée and love,” was always how he began his letters to me. They were filled with his love and I treasure every single one. I would day dream of our perfect wedding. All my friends and family were there in my vision. Oh, how sweet our honeymoon was going to be; taking dips in the ocean next to the wide sandy beach. The sky would stretch on forever. Together we would laugh at how silly it had been to think that we would never see each other again.
Then the dream took an unpleasant turn. I had finished up at work and was walking home alone, so lonely. When I could see my home from the end of the street, I saw them too. The army officers waiting, staring, killing me with their guilty eyes. “They can’t be for me!” I remember thinking, wishing, knowing. They stopped me at the door and handed me an envelope. “I won’t open it,” I thought, “I refuse! This isn’t real.” My eyes and hands cruelly disobeyed my brain. It was opened. It was read. It all ended there.
How could he be gone? I cried for what seemed like forever. As the tears fell down my face, so too did my emotions fall away. All that was left was an empty shell. I felt I had lost all control. I was drowning, being swept along a fast current. It felt like it would never stop.
The war ended, along with my job. The money stopped coming, so did my hope. That’s when I found the ward. An old friend of mine knew of my plight; no money and no husband to be. She was high up at the ward and offered me the job. I had no money so I accepted her offer.
At first I didn’t like it, taking care of all the crazy people. It reminded me too much of my old job and life. All the army veterans made me think of him, my love. But day after day I felt like this job was giving me back a little bit of what I had lost. Control. I may have lost control over my life outside, but inside the ward I have control over them all. It makes me feel good to be able to help the hurt people from after the war. To help the left overs, like myself, heal and become whole again. I still work there today, working to help the psychologically impaired collect themselves and go on with their lives. Something I myself want one day to accomplish.
Fiction: 06/19/08 | Posted By: tsubasachro | 1 comment |
Ups and Downs of Having A big Family (hopefully funny...)
First of all, as those with big families know all too well, its LOUD. There is always someone there talking, singing, eating, typing, being irksome...and various other REALLY wierd things...(For example I once had a relative who would toss hard objects at my head when I wasn't looking. And another that tried to eat my friend...) On the other hand however, you always have somebody to talk to, be it a sister, brother, grandma, aunt, uncle, niece, cousin, 2nd cousin, your great unlce's cousin's half sister's son...etc. There are always people around...This can be good or bad...depends on how you look at it.
Also, YOU KNOW ALOT OF PEOPLE. Half the people you know are family... If you have a large family you probably know alot of them from one place or another. If not you know somebody who knows sombody. Trust me, whether you know it or not if you have a large family, you've been effected by people you have NEVER met before and maybe never will...Agian this can work for or agianst you...Makes you wonder...just how many times has your life been altered by somebody you don't even know exists...
I don't know about your families, but mine only gets together for 2 reasons. Either A.Theres a wedding or B.Someone died. Its harsh, but the sad truth. Weddings aren't just filled with joy and happiness for the newly weds, but also (since you only see these people once in whos Knows how many days, months even years) with saying goodbye to you sickly relatives...Once agian, a sad truth...Sometimes in larger familiese you don't get a chance to say good-bye before they are gone forever and other times you meet a family member for the first time, just to go to their funneral the next month...Its all very sad but at funnerals my family gets to see each other, which doesn't happen often...So in a way its good...I believe this is why the "Family Reunion" was invented...Just some food for thought.
Stories. Thats the best part of having a large family. Telling the stories of things long past. Some funny, some confusing, some upsetting, and others that are really just an inside joke that know one else could possibly understand. They start like "Remember the time when..." or "What about that time..." and they are always,always worth listening to.If you have never listened to a family story, whether your family be big or small, please give it a try next time. Stories are a part of tradition and you may learn something about a close relative you didn't know before or even become closer to one you usually ignore.
In the end families are families. It dosen't really matter the size. Your family could be 100,000,000,000 or 2 people. Your family can even just be your friends. So long as the loves there, you've got yourself a family!
I hope I didn't write too much...All this has been floating around in my head lately...It just boggled itself out in this essay rant hybrid.
-Tsubasachro
Life: 03/29/08 | Posted By: tsubasachro | 1 comment |
Rant of the Rants
This rant is to show you what a rant is...
That means randomness galore...
I usually try to make them funny...Sometimes I actually do...
When that happens I am in shock and faint dead away.
They are informal with bad spelling and sometimes slang...So please forgive me.
I can't spell to save my life and I type really really slooooooow
Oh and I am obsessed with Vampire Hunter D and It'll come up every now and then...
I really can't think of anything cool or fun to say...
DUM DUM DUM DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMM
DUM DUM DUM DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMM
One day I hope to know what to say at times like these...
So heres a list!!! YAY for lists!!!
Weirdest things that have happened to me...(all thes really happened...scary...)
Almost sacrificed to some demon god...(It was 6-6-06) I was frighted as some stranger pulled me away...Then my friend rescued me!!!
Was attacked by a chicken in a parking lot(It jumped at me from a tree...)
Was chased down a dead end street by a dog and a weird women.
Was served REFRIGERATED ice cream (Do you know how gross that is? It was moldy andmelted and expired and my old crazy lair lady [my aunt] was giving me the death glare to eat it...)
I was sitting at a public computer taking stupid online quizes when out of know where I hear this voice in my ear "Take that one!!!! I want to take that one!!!! Click on it! Click on it!!!!!!" So I did. She took the quiz through me...We're friends now. I call her Girl-Who-Stares-Over-Shoulder.
Was stranded for 4 hours in a rain forest...Miles form a town...During hunting season...In wild boar land...
Did you know that geckos make sounds? Neither did I...The squeek...very loudly they squeek...Then they fall on your head while your sleeping...and hide in you shoes...and all the while they squeek...
Yup. Thats all I can think of. Thats what a Rants like. There'll be good days and bad days...
-Tsubasachro
Life: 03/15/08 | Posted By: tsubasachro | 1 comment |
