Personal Narrative: The Dreaded Job Interview
"You got this big guy." Finishing my personal pep talk, I take a deep breath and enter the Walgreens that looms before me. A great challenge awaits me: the dreaded job interview. With shiny dress shoes and a freshly ironed shirt, I walk down the aisles with a bounce in my step, trying to ignore the inevitability of what is coming. "This time will be different." The manager appears later as I am waiting, frantically tapping my foot in anticipation. I approach to shake her hand and the first words she utters are the very words that I dreaded. “Oh wow, you look twelve.”
I wish I could say that I did not expect it. Such a simple offhand statement, which probably meant no harm, is so similar to assumptions I hear constantly. Immature. Simple-minded.