by Waldorfia Tomosky
The phone rang promptly at 9:30. It was the front desk. “One moment ma’am” said the faceless voice.
My interviewer was on the house phone. “Good morning” he said cheerfully. “Are we ready for breakfast?”
“Of course” I answered. “I’ll be right down.”
He was dressed much more casually than the previous evening. He had a pair of expensive dress pants that worked very hard to look casual. A very nice green ribbed tee shirt with a finely hemmed neck was partially hidden beneath a casual sport coat. His hair seemed to float just the right amount above his head. And it appeared to feather above his ears quite naturally.
I was glad that I also had dressed more casually. I wore a nice yellow skirt that showed just enough thigh but not too much. A much lighter yellow printed blouse finished off the set. It was rather gauzy, almost like an Indian sari.
He asked the standard question “How did you sleep last night?”
I told him “Fine” and continued on with an apology for terminating the previous evening so early.
He said he understood and put out his arm to escort me into the dining room.
It was a standard breakfast except for the “Eggs Benedict” which I could not help myself in ordering. It is my favorite breakfast food. When he casually mentioned that he might order them I jumped on the chance.
We made small talk about the previous evening but he offered nothing about what we were going to do today. My anticipation level was high due to the promised visit to his business and its offices. I was excited to see where it was and how it worked.
The waiter brought our breakfast and my interviewer started discussing the plans for the day. He mentioned where the business was located but I had no idea of direction or the layout of Boston. He informed me of the banks of computer servers that helped keep the business running. Once again I was kept from entering into the conversation due to my ignorance of computer networks. The only computers I used were my laptop and the more powerful one in the university lab.
He shared some business data with me such as the number of bloggers that utilized his business, the number of blogs that the average blogger posts per week and the number of advertisers that use his services.
For the life of me I could not figure out why he was interviewing me for a bloggers job. With the number bloggers that contributed to his business he surely didn’t need another blogger. I needed a delicate way to broach the subject and decided to wait until a more proper time. I allowed him to take the lead for the remainder of the conversation.