Job Hunting
I sat nervously, hoping that the interview I was about to have would lead to a job. I'd been out of work so long that I was behind in everything. My apartment rent was 6 months in arrears. My car had been repossessed. My hair hadn't been cut in months. My girlfriend took off. I'd ironed the shirt I wore that day by steaming up the bathroom using the shower, and used my hands to pull out most of the wrinkles. Most, but not all. I had my freshly washed hair pulled back in a pony tail hoping the man interviewing me for the IT job would see me as one of those geeks. "Mr. Wallace will see you now, sir," the secretary informed me. I rose and followed her to the office door. She opened it, I entered it. "Come in, young man. Come in and have a seat. I've been looking over your resume` and am most anxious to meet you." "Um, thank you Mr. Wallace," I said hopefully, as I sat in one of two chairs that were side by side. "I understand that you l