Rude Boss

And I thought I was embarrassed before. I’m sure this is all bonus entertainment for him – something to tell his pretentious friends while they sit around smoking Cubans and overindulging in expensive brown liquor. I’ve got to get out of here before I make a complete fool of myself, or have I done that already?

I take off my shoes and walk barefoot toward the elevator bay.

“Is your interview over already?” Shanice asks with a look of surprise on her face.

I say, “It was over before it started. This was nothing but a waste of time. I can’t believe I came here for this.”

Shanice catches up to me by the elevator. “He’s really not bad once you get to know him.”

“Girl, y’all can help yourself with that. This is not the kind of environment I want to work in. He’s impossible. And so judgmental. He didn’t like me from the moment you introduced me, but it’s cool. I’m out. Thanks for bringing me up here. I just wish it wasn’t such a huge waste of time for everyone.”

I jump on the elevator, slap the ground floor button and close my eyes. This morning was the worst. This has got to rank high on the list of the worst interviews ever. And none of it was my fault.

Though I remain jobless, I still leave this place hopeful for what’s next. I won’t give up. When one revolving door closes, another one spins open, right? My open door is out here somewhere and if all goes well, it won’t be at a place with a boss as mean as Essex DePaul.