Too Short for Comfort ~ (300 words)

 Too Short for Comfort

By Jane Goodhew

Rain was not forecast for today but that did not seem to stop it from tipping it down and now I looked like the combination of a drowned rat or a severely depressed person in need of some tender loving care!   There was nothing I could do about it as my interview was in ten minutes and I still had to find the correct building.  Of all days for me to be late in leaving home it had to be today.   Finally I saw number 300 so pushed the door open and went straight to the receptionist to introduce myself and apologise for my dishevelled appearance.  She gave me a look that said it all and I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole.  Instead, I smiled sweetly at her and asked if I had time to use the washroom before my interview?  She nodded and gave me directions but said to make sure I was on time because Mr Walker was very punctual.   With lightening speed I was there and back again and she looked in amazement when she saw the transformation the use of the hand dryer and some fresh lipstick could make.

“Miss Taylor”?  I turned in the direction of the voice and a tall, distinctive man was standing in the doorway, “please come in”.      The office was bright with natural light from the wall to ceiling. The windows had a view across London to the Thames.  He pulled the chair out for me and asked if I would like a drink, tea, coffee or something stronger.  I declined the offer and asked if perhaps he would like to give me more information about his expectations and if I was suitable when the start date would be?  Smiling and without further ado said “Tomorrow?”

Copyright Jane Goodhew