We arrive in a large room where about fifteen people were waiting, mostly women in their early twenties and only two or three male students. Blondie and redhead join their respective boyfriends as everybody was given numbers to be called for the interviews.
The guys suspiciously look at me as their girls introduce me as the new sport star but I play it rather cool, congratulating both on their pretty girlfriends and making plans for the future working here with the three hotties. They don’t seem too much at ease with the idea and one of them remind us that there was a competition here and probably not enough jobs for all.
Right then, the blonde was called for her interview. The interviews were taking place in a relatively small adjoining room. Each candidate was welcomed by the same person, Ms Robinson. As Blondie was about to close the door, I catch a glimpse at the recruiter; a tall classy woman in her early forties. Ten minutes later, the blond came out from the room with a big smile. “She let me know that I’m good for the job” she told her friends loudly enough for me to hear. The brunette was called afterwards and seems to be hired too.
Then enter successively one boyfriend then the other but none leave the place with a winning smile. “The bitch told me that I can’t handle dealing with women and I was certainly not subtle enough to sell them cosmetics” “the same for me” said his loser friend “she finds me too manly for the job” I can’t help to burst laughing at his last comment causing uncontrollable giggles from the girls.
The wimp was quite unhappy with the whole thing but was hesitant to challenge me. Fortunately for him, at this moment, my number was called and still smiling, I left for my interview.
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