Job Interview

Life had just seemed to pass me by until that day when I bought a different paper than the norm. It fell open at the ads page, and my eyes were drawn to one in particular.
I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand on end, my heart began to beat a little faster, and I felt hope in my heart for the first time in a decade.

I rang the number and spoke to a woman who sounded like she either had a cold or some offensive odour was invading her nose. I tried to sound cool and confident as I gave my details and reasons for applying for the post.

An interview was arranged for the following week and over those seven days, I spent a lot of time in the library looking up the proprietor and the area concerned.
It was my dream come true.  If only I could pull it off…………

I arrived ahead of my scheduled appointment and tried not to be intimidated by my surroundings. Neatly dressed, but not overly so, I was shown through the lobby into a large dining room which was being used as a waiting area. I was not the only applicant and four others were waiting. They were all better dressed and educated than I as they talked amongst themselves, but not one of them spoke to me.

Screams reached my ears and I turned to see someone racing down the hall in hot pursuit of something I had not seen. The others were unnerved and looked anxiously at each other and when a white ball went shooting past my feet and disappeared under the table, they backed away.
I stood and the thing launched itself at me. I caught it with ease and stroking it gently, spoke soothingly to it. Its rapid heartbeat began to slow, and a very out of breath woman entered the room. She looked around and saw the object in my arms, which was now almost asleep.
She smiled and led me into another room where my official interview took place.
It consisted of two words:
‘You’re hired.’
I’ve always had a way with dogs.

Written for Fandango’s Story Starter.
This week’s Story Starter teaser is:

Life had just seemed to pass me by until that day when….

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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23 Responses to Job Interview

  1. Steve Tanham says:

    Love it, Di. Clever…

  2. quiall says:

    What a lovely story!

  3. Wonderful. I’d like more details. 😉

  4. Sadje says:

    Just right up your alley.

    • I’d love it. I enjoyed working at the kennels with the pups, but couldn’t get on with the breeder herself. If she’d just left me to do things in an orderly manner, it wouldn’t have been so bad, but her methods were chaotic, and IMO lazy, as with a bit of thought, if she cleaned the kennels after the dogs had been put away for the night, they wouldn’t have had dirty runs in the morning. Ho hum.

      • Sadje says:

        Some people don’t know how to run an efficient business

      • Oh she was raking in the money OK, but the conditions her dogs were kept in were not the best. They were just commodities and cash makers. No fussing or playtime allowed, just clean the runs then fill the food and water bowls. She had champions in the heritage line, and charged up to £4000 per pup because of it. Made me see her as a breeder in a very bad light indeed, especially compared to the GD breeder in Bath I’d got Kizzy from as a rescue. Those dogs lived in The Ritz and it wasn’t for show as I turned up out of the blue.

  5. murisopsis says:

    Fact or fiction? I think a little of both!

  6. Nowadays getting a job consists of three or four interviews…I don’t know what happened to walking in, asking for a job, and starting the following day.

    • Those days are long gone aren’t they. Last time I was looking was after redundancy in 2001 and the excuses not to hire me were too qualified, not qualified, too old, couldn’t understand why I was looking at part time (actually I was looking at anything to get me back into work) or prepared to accept a wage less than what I was on, or I didn’t have a degree etc etc etc.

  7. Aw! ❤ Yes, I'd say (and I know it was fiction, but it had elements of real life in it I bet, which every good story does) that you're a dog whisperer. Lucky little pup and lucky "interview"… Great job!

  8. DM says:

    that was a great story! You definitely have a gift for story telling 🙂

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