Page 34 of Electric Blue Love
Me: What’s your schedule tomorrow? Are you at the career fair all day?
Court: Yep, 8-5. It’s gonna be a long ass day. You gonna stop by and say hi between your interviews?
Me: While I would love to see you all professional, I don’t think they’ll let me in to see you without an interview.
Court: You could just say you want to see me in a suit again.
My cheeks hurt from smiling as I texted back.
Me: Such ego.
Court: Come by, I’ve got an open slot around eleven. I’ll give you the whole spiel on why you should work for my company and I can test your interview skills.
Me: I don’t think you’d want me for whatever it is that you do there.
Court: It’s not so much about degree. It’s a lot of on the job training since each client has different needs. Being comfortable analyzing numbers also comes in handy and we’ve already established that you’re good at math.
Me: Yes, I am.
Court: I have the sudden urge to type 80085 on a calculator right now.
Me: BOOBS, seriously? How old are you again?
Court: Some things never get old. Sweet dreams, Bianca.
Me: Night, Court.
As I started to set my phone on the night stand I thought of an earlier conversation we’d had tonight and quickly typed out another text.
Me: You never said whether or not your parents ever call you Courtney?
Court: Don’t know. I never met them.
My fingers stilled over the keys and I squeezed my eyes shut as if I could erase the words I’d written with telekinetic power. Leave it to me to put my foot in my mouth after such a great night. I wanted to know more, but it didn’t feel like a texting conversation. Besides, I needed to think on how to broach the topic.
Me: Well, I like Court – it suits you, very royal and distinguished sounding.
Court: You’re still drunk.
Me: Yes, but it’s still true.
Court: Get some sleep sweet girl.
And I did.
Iwoke upexcited about the day – a surprising reaction considering where I was and what I was going to be doing. I didn’t mind travel in general, but this town had never been the highlight of my travel destinations. And under normal circumstances I’d have preferred slamming my head into the wall as opposed to interviewing college kids.
Shit, some of these interviewees could be mine in another month or two. I’d been so excited about the promotion I hadn’t really thought about what it was going to be like to try and manage a fresh faced, wide-eyed graduate.
None the less I jumped out of bed, showered, and dressed in my favorite suit while I whistled softly.
As I sat in the back seat of the cab, I shuffled through the resumes for today. I was interviewing ten people over the course of nine hours. A fancy luncheon put on by the college thrown in the middle and a social mixer tonight.
Edward Stanton III, Joseph Michael Stronghold (yeah, the dude put his middle name on his resume – that alone should have discounted him), and on and on the list went with third and fourth generation names. Throwing the resumes back on top of my laptop bag, I pulled out my phone.
Me: Ready to kill it on those interviews?
Bianca: Ugh, no. Do you think I can wear sweatpants?
