Short Story Sunday | First Impressions : The Story of a College Graduate

Welcome to the very first Short Story Sunday! Short Story Sunday is going to be a series dedicated to short stories that I will write. They will be completely and entirely original works of fiction for my own enjoyment and hopefully for some of you! If you have any great ideas that you think would be good short stories, let me know in the comments, and maybe I’ll write one!

First Impressions : The Story of a College Graduate

Even the cool wisps of the floor fan couldn’t relax me. My palms were sweating and I began to feel the same perspiration sliding down my forehead as I waited. My toe tapped vigorously against the dingy carpet and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “First impressions are everything.” My professor’s obvious comment, meant to be taken as advice, played over and over again in my head as I waited for my interviewer to come and call me back to their office. There he or she will quiz me about everything I said I’ve accomplished on my resume. Don’t get me wrong everything on my resume is true, whether it is a little embellished in some areas or not, I’ll let them be the judge.

The anticipation was taking a toll on my anxiety, just sitting there waiting for another human being to determine my entire future based on the first impression I was about to make. There is a flaw in this system somewhere. How will this person be able to make an accurate assumption of me and my abilities based on this one meeting. My 22 years of accomplishments can’t be unraveled in one 20 minute conversation.

The pale door I’ve been staring at for the last 5 minutes, the longest 5 minutes of my life, opened and through stepped a tall, slender woman, wearing three inch heels, black nylons and a pencil skirt. Her blouse was an equally pale white with black trim and small black buttons. I stood abruptly. Don’t act so eager. Stand up straight. Don’t forget to shaker her hand. Smile, you idiot.

“Anne, it’s so great to meet you, I’m Victoria.” She extended her hand and I took and shook it firmly. Not too hard, not to wimpy. Just like I had practiced with so many of my classmates. “Please follow me.” She motioned for me to follow. Had I not said anything yet? Is it weird that I haven’t talked back? I looked down at my close toed black heels. Not even half an inch high. I noticed a scuff on my toe and a run in my hose. Oh, my gosh, I am so under dressed.

20 minutes later I emerged from the pale white door. Just slightly in front of Victoria, or Tori as her friends call her. I turned to her and spoke with confidence, “Thank you so much for meeting with me today. What a great opportunity it would be to work with all of you here.”

“Same to you Anne, I’ll be in touch very soon.” She was smiling at me as I shook her hand.

And finally, the sweet release of freedom swept through my body as I walked out of the office building and out to the parking lot and got into my car. I let out a deep breath. I think I made a great first impression. I took another breath and let it out. What does “very soon” mean? A day, a week? Should I send her a thank you e-mail as soon as I get home or later? How long should I wait before I call her to follow up? What if I didn’t make as good of a first impression as I thought I did? Did I stumble over my words, did the answers to her questions even make any sense? Do I even want this job? Of course, I do! I need a job. The anticipation is already driving me crazy! Did I make a good first impression or not? Only time will tell.


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