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Dad’s Words
or- A Comedy of Circumstances
“What do you mean no one will see me today? You don’t understand what it has taken for me to even be here today. Please, I’m sure if you just let me explain to them why I was delayed they would make the exception.” Standing in the grand vestibule of 111 Commerce Street, Chase feels small and simultaneously conspicuous. Remembering that his left sleeve is covered in oil he takes off his suit coat, neatly folds it and puts it on the bar height counter he is talking over. Maybe he won’t continue to feel as though all eyes are on him.
“I doubt that. Like I said Mr.…. Sully, interviews have ended for the day.” The receptionist says this as she pushes his coat to the end of her counter with her pen.
“Oh. I’m sorry,” he says as he picks the coat back up. “Ma’am please. I need this chance. I NEED it.”
“Again, I am sorry, but today’s interviews ended an hour ago. Your only option is to reschedule. However, having missed your slot it is unlikely you can. First impressions and all. If I may make a suggestion sir?”
“Sure,” Chase perks up immediately. “Anything that can help me fix this…”
“Uhhh, no,” she says smiling brightly. “I can’t help you fix this. Look, I’m not sure what type of organization you thought this was, but your appearance does not meet Kohler…
