Interview.
Right then I was tempted. I won't want to lie to you. I wanted to slip out my cigarette box and get on my lighter. Another part of me wanted a pack of popcorn real bad but it was all impossible.
Yes! The bald man looking thin and grossy. He has been the one stopping me. He has not actually been holding me, but his eyes.
He coughed and my instincts told me to shield my nose but I knew doing that might get me away from the new job.
"Nice suit, you've got man." I said, breaking the hush and be frowned.
"I was just talking about the suit." I pointed then I adjusted my jacket.
We went mute for minutes again and I watched him deal with his mustache.
What's this interview about- I thought. His he crazy- That was wild. But for real, I was getting aggressively with my thought.
"Emmhh"
I looked up, getting the sign from him.
"You want me to hold your mustache? " I asked.
He nodded negatively and I sat put ready for his blast.
"Your name?" He asked, pricking his nose.
-Yuck- That was a joke... It never felt irritating, I had been waiting for him to look away so I could prick mine and now that he started the train, I got quick with my nose and the next time I broke off enjoying my special nosy moment. I got a frown.
"Your name? " He asked again.
"James! "
"James Bond?"
"You can call me 007 sir that's my last name sir."
He wasn't even smiling.
"Right here. We would be employing you as a clown, playing with kids and the likes. Make teens laugh and so on. 200 dollars per month." I smile right there. "Apart from other bonuses" He added and I was busy flashing my teeth.
"By the way will you like to take your pay in Naira?" He asked.
"I would have suggested that sir."
"Hmm So tell me." I watched his mustache as he was speaking. "What will you do when you get your first pay?"
I smiled at his question and I slammed my palm against his desk. "Sorry!" I said as I watched the shock leave him and I came up with my reply.
"I would give you a few bucks to shave your mustache and I would give the rest to the poor, then trek to work every day." I said and I watched him take his finger away from his lips.
"You are fired." He said gently.
"Gosh! I haven't even gotten the Job yet." I yelled with my spit all over his face. That was intentional.
"Sorry!" I dropped him my face towel and I walked away.
Don't feel bad for me. I wasn't even going to take the job before. My former job was paying me 250K per month and I had not been sacked. Don't panic, I have a PHD. I only thought there could be a better offer here.
It feels disappointed someone wants me to be a clown because I look young and funny and pay me pennies monthly