The Job Interview

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic


This suit jacket is barely holding my sweat back.

“What would you say your top 3 skills are, Mr. Kaye?”

I...well...hah...sorry, I’m just a bit nervous.

“Take your time.”

So...my top 3 skills, I would say, are, uhh, sales, building relationships, and, uhh, finance. I’ve been in hedge fund sales for about 15 years.

“Thank you. Do you have any hobbies or other projects you’ve worked on?”

They don’t want to know any more about my work experience. Probably not a good sign. They want extracurriculars, I’ll give them some. I know how hard it is to get in. My heart is pounding in my head. Come on, idiot, this is your last chance.

“Well, I, uhh, I played squash, and golf. Sometimes I’d join the local bicycle club on a ride around town.”

“...I see. Would you say you have any skills beyond your sales experience? Is there anything else you’ve worked on that we should know about?”

What does that mean? Before the markets collapsed, everything I did was related to work. I was at the office at least 12 hours a day, and all my hobbies involved people from work. I was trying to get ahead. Doesn’t that mean anything anymore?

Well, no, I suppose not. I dedicated my life to my job.

“Thank you. Mr. Kaye, I’m certain you’re aware of how selective we have to be, given how many applicants we get. Unfortunately, after speaking with you, I’m afraid we will have to deny your application. You should take tremendous pride in the fact you made it here at all. It’s no small feat.”

Wha-, but, why?! I can do anything you need me to do, I swear! I’ll even clean the toilets! Please!

“I’m sorry, but Safe Zone Hotel has reached its capacity of unskilled workers. With a limited supply of food and arable land, we simply cannot afford to bring you in. You may have better luck with Safe Zone Juliet.”

I argued, but it was no use. One zone after another, they said the same thing. My head hung low on my sweat-stained shirt and my feet dragged as I walked back down the road I came.

I rolled up my sleeve and looked at my arm.

The fever already started, and the bite wound turned black.

I had nowhere else to go. It was only a matter of time.


Submitted: March 26, 2021

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