The Interview - Part 1
The Interview
The ad on craigslist must have been placed in casual encounters by mistake, he was sure. It sure looked like an employment listing: “Seeking talented individual for a newly developed interoffice support team. Talented top earners expected to make six figures within 3 years. Vacation, sick pay, benefits and flextime are provided. Minimal experience necessary. Training will be provided to the right applicants. Interested? Please call the number below for details.” A bit below that he saw the number, a local number.
He’d been looking unsuccessfully for a job for the last month and here was one of these scam advertisements in the place he came to relax. His blood was starting to rise. It was annoying. Scam employment advertisements promise a lot of money and don’t say anything about the company or the job. He’d interviewed with places like this before and they run pyramid scams roping people who are desperate for work into paying an initial investment to sell vacuum cleaners, knives or household cleaners that promise to remove red wine and shit stains from white carpet and oil stains from concrete floors. And here it was where it didn’t belong. He picked up his phone and dialed the number.
Ring….ring….ring….
”Good afternoon, Kronenberg & Associates. How May I direct your call?”
“Yes I’d like to speak to the person who placed the ad on craigslist today.”
“Oh, you’d like to speak to Kelley then. She’s not at her desk, would you like her voicemail?”
“Not really. I just wanted to let you know that your ad is in the wrong section of craigslist and you might want to put it in the employment section.”
She paused for a second. He noticed.
“What is your name sir?”
“My name is Smith.”
“And what is your number Mr. Smith?”
“You don’t need my number. I just was doing you guys a favor.”
Another pause.
“Mr. Smith. I will let Kelly know you contacted us. Thank you for calling. Have a great afternoon.”
He opened the casual encounter screen again to see the pictures. These were local people looking for other local people to bang. He put his hand down the front of his pants to grab his cock. The ritual begins. He won’t meet anyone, hasn’t for years, the pictures are usually enough to help him relieve the stress from the day before he knocks off to bed.
In the morning the phone rang shrilly, the expensive little computer vibrated itself off the nightstand. His groggy “hmm…ello” was met with a professional sounding voice.
“Mr. Smith. This is Kelly from Kronenberg & Associates. I understand you called yesterday. Mr. Smith, I wanted to tell you that our employment advertisement is not in the wrong section and we are very serious about finding some talent. Could you come in and talk sometime next week? We could sit down and talk about what the job entails. It is a new position so we’re very excited to find the right person.”
Glancing at his phone he shook his head to clear the morning fuzz, “sorry, excuse me, what?”
“Mr. Smith, would you like to come to talk about a job? I think it will be relevant to your interests.”
“Um… uh sure, yes. Yes I would.”
The ad on craigslist must have been placed in casual encounters by mistake, he was sure. It sure looked like an employment listing: “Seeking talented individual for a newly developed interoffice support team. Talented top earners expected to make six figures within 3 years. Vacation, sick pay, benefits and flextime are provided. Minimal experience necessary. Training will be provided to the right applicants. Interested? Please call the number below for details.” A bit below that he saw the number, a local number.
He’d been looking unsuccessfully for a job for the last month and here was one of these scam advertisements in the place he came to relax. His blood was starting to rise. It was annoying. Scam employment advertisements promise a lot of money and don’t say anything about the company or the job. He’d interviewed with places like this before and they run pyramid scams roping people who are desperate for work into paying an initial investment to sell vacuum cleaners, knives or household cleaners that promise to remove red wine and shit stains from white carpet and oil stains from concrete floors. And here it was where it didn’t belong. He picked up his phone and dialed the number.
Ring….ring….ring….
”Good afternoon, Kronenberg & Associates. How May I direct your call?”
“Yes I’d like to speak to the person who placed the ad on craigslist today.”
“Oh, you’d like to speak to Kelley then. She’s not at her desk, would you like her voicemail?”
“Not really. I just wanted to let you know that your ad is in the wrong section of craigslist and you might want to put it in the employment section.”
She paused for a second. He noticed.
“What is your name sir?”
“My name is Smith.”
“And what is your number Mr. Smith?”
“You don’t need my number. I just was doing you guys a favor.”
Another pause.
“Mr. Smith. I will let Kelly know you contacted us. Thank you for calling. Have a great afternoon.”
He opened the casual encounter screen again to see the pictures. These were local people looking for other local people to bang. He put his hand down the front of his pants to grab his cock. The ritual begins. He won’t meet anyone, hasn’t for years, the pictures are usually enough to help him relieve the stress from the day before he knocks off to bed.
In the morning the phone rang shrilly, the expensive little computer vibrated itself off the nightstand. His groggy “hmm…ello” was met with a professional sounding voice.
“Mr. Smith. This is Kelly from Kronenberg & Associates. I understand you called yesterday. Mr. Smith, I wanted to tell you that our employment advertisement is not in the wrong section and we are very serious about finding some talent. Could you come in and talk sometime next week? We could sit down and talk about what the job entails. It is a new position so we’re very excited to find the right person.”
Glancing at his phone he shook his head to clear the morning fuzz, “sorry, excuse me, what?”
“Mr. Smith, would you like to come to talk about a job? I think it will be relevant to your interests.”
“Um… uh sure, yes. Yes I would.”
9 years ago
