Are feet required in the shot?
Good Guy
Required? No. But if you also have wicked tan lines, I wouldn’t mind a show of camaraderie.
I stretch out and cross my ankles, thankful I shaved my legs this morning. Switching to the camera on my phone, I adjust the settings, focus on my dresser across from the foot of my bed and line up my legs from mid-thigh down to mimic his photo. Click, edit without thinking because I’m in my black and white era, and send.
Good Guy
Well, damn, no tan lines.
My chipped toenail polish is from an at-home pedicure I did with my nephew months ago. It’s a disaster. Consider us even. Are you busy? Can I talk/vent/worry for a minute? I’m not sure which I need more.
Good Guy
I stopped at the park to eat a sandwich and soak up some peace before work. I don’t have to be there for another 15 minutes. Fire away.
You sure?
Good Guy
Absolutely. And always. That’s what friends are for.
Friends. I love the sound of that.
I have a job interview tomorrow, and I’m scared.
The admission to someone I only met a few days ago should make me cringe, but it’s easier typing it to him than it would be saying it to my sister’s face.
Good Guy
Which is a perfectly normal reaction. I don’t think anyone enjoys interviews. What exactly are you scared of?
If that’s a multiple-choice question, my answer is ‘all of the above.’
Good Guy
Share only what you’re comfortable sharing, but what prompted you to apply?
The company I’ve worked at for eight years was bought out last week and is merging with a larger company. The news was a surprise to all of us. There were a lot of layoffs, and I have to interview to keep my position.
Good Guy
Oof, I’m sorry. That sucks. What’s your biggest worry?
He’s a good listener.
See comment above re: ‘all of the above.’ I’m worried about messing up during the interview. You probably won’t find this hard to believe, but I’m not great with people. And when the spotlight is on me and I become the focus, like I will be during this interview, anxiety takes the wheel. And drives me into a ditch. At high speed. In a stolen Ferrari. Running stolen drugs. Surrounded by ten highway patrol cars. With guns drawn. You get the picture…
Good Guy
You coaxed me into an insta-friendship with very little effort, which is unprecedented for me. You’re much better with people than you give yourself credit for. I’m not downplaying your anxiety. I know how real it is. Do you know the people interviewing you, or are they strangers?
I only know one of four. He is/was my manager Mark. Mark isn’t my biggest fan.
Good Guy
Why not?
