Location: PT News building in the Busy City
The professor must start off and be dreadfully honest: I’ve never conducted an interview.
Now this may or may not be a shock to you, PF. See, it wasn’t a shock for me until I thought about it for a bit, bits, and little bits.
Then it became shocking.
So, I was in my office when the first lady came in.
V. Shnodgrate (our copy editor) came in with her. Nick and J. were out doing something somewhere. Otherwise, Nick would be doing the interviewing. It’s his job, after all, to hire new reporters. Shirker, see.
“PVJ,” Shnodgrate said.
And he said it diplomatically–which is good. Sometimes, he can be gruff about the edges. He’s been living for 62 years (oldest fellow in the company) and that’s a considerable time to practice diplomacy.
I bet he practiced.
Shnodgrate continued: “Ms. Julia Thompson for the reporter job we posted.”
“Ahh, yes,” I said, flopping the papers around on my desk. One has to look busy if one is the managing editor of a paper, you know.
“Come right in,” I said.
Shnodgrate frowned. “She’s already in.”
I looked up.
Julia was smiling and being quite polite.
“I see that,” I said. “I can tell because you’re both on this side of the door.”
“Then why did you ask? I’ve got work to do.”
And Shnodgrate left and shut the door.
Awkward silences occur when silence reigns unchallenged for a few seconds longer than it should be allowed to.
That’s why I never let it reign.
“Please, have a seat, Ms. Thompson.”
She sat, and this professor threw the first question out–like a weed from a whacker.
“Why would you like to work for PT News?”
Her blue eyes opened a bit widely at that, and she breathed in deeply.
“Firstly, I need a job,” she began. “Secondly, PT News represents the news in a way unlike the competition. Thirdly, I just received my degree in journalism, so the bigger companies wouldn’t probably even think about hiring me. Fourthly”–I started to get nervous here–“I respect the principles that this company runs on!”
And she punctuated that thought with a bob of her head–and ponytail.
I was quiet for a bit, still processing, see.
“Well, then!” I said. “Very good. I shall let you know as soon as I interview the last person that applied–“
The door swung open.
It was Daddy Salami.
“Hey, turtle soup!”
“Mr. Salami…” I began. “What are you here for, I wonder?”
“The interview, cur-face. Didn’t ya get me papers?”
And this professor picked up ‘his papers.’
“It says Christiana John-Smith is–“
“That’s me,” he said. “Hehaha. If you’d known it was me, ya wouldn’t a hired me. Yup, I’ve come to work for PJ News.”
“PT News. And I’m not going to hire you anyway.”
This professor turned towards Julia Thompson.
“Madam, consider yourself hired.”