The Silent Interview

The Silent Interview SSssshhh! Don’t tell anyone about this, yet! Here’s what happened. My chair was small in the office of my would-be boss. It was my first job interview since leaving the military. Behind the large desk, my would-be boss was... More

The Silent Interview SSssshhh! Don’t tell anyone about this, yet! Here’s what happened. My chair was small in the office of my would-be boss. It was my first job interview since leaving the military. Behind the large desk, my would-be boss was explaining the job duties as his secretary. He was leaning back in his very large chair, folding and unfolding his arms. I answered his questions with zest and zeal, eager to go to work for the federal government. During that time I was doing something he was unaware of. I was asking myself some questions about him and the office. Can I get along with him? Would I like to work in this department? Can I get along with the others? And I was analyzing his face. I answered "Yes" to all the questions. I knew I could get along with him, because we both had small mouths and eyes. We were brief, concise, and to the point. Our eyes were close together. We got things done. Without saying a word, I knew how to approach him. I answered these q Less