A Story To Tell | Book 2

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"And what makes you think you are qualified?"

The Direct Manager asked me as she sat across from me, staring through my soul as if she were the devil in disguise. The way she stared at me showed the bit of disgust that she had for me and it was making me very uncomfortable. And the fact that she was judging me right in my face had me seconds away from coming across this table and shoving my foot down her throat. But honestly, I wanted to show Jeremy that I didn't need his ass. And if it meant working at some low-end company, then so be it. And I knew that I was more than qualified for this job. She just didn't know it, but I was prepared to shove my ass right in her old ugly ass face.

"Well, actually...I've been very consistent, working my way up this career ladder and it makes sense to me that I want to continually acquire this position. This position is also more advanced than my last. When the time is right—maybe in about five years or so, I do see myself having the Direct Manager position, as well. You're looking for someone who has a proven track record in managing a successful sales team. I have seven years of experience managing a sales team that was underachieving when I joined them, and within five months, every person on the team was selling nearly fifty percent more than company expectations. My team sustained their performance throughout the entire time I continued managing them, even when new team members came on board. I know I can do the same thing here."

The look on the old bitch's face showed a bit of hatred, but she knew that I was qualified. And she couldn't deny that. If she were to tell me that I didn't have the job, the hoe was simply full of shit. And I wouldn't have a hard time calling her on it.

"And please answer me this..." she said with an attitude, "why is that we have a five year gap in between careers?" she crossed her arms as if she had me there, when she really didn't.

I rolled my eyes. "I got married and had a daughter. My husband thought that it would be a great idea to stay at home and raise our daughter while he went out to work and so, I did just that. Now that he's my ex-husband, I feel that it's time I get back to work to take care of my daughter and son." I answered.

She held her head back as if she was the least impressed with my answer. Instead of asking another question, she took a deep breath and tilted her head to the side, still staring at me as if I weren't staring back at her staring at me. The shit was becoming awkward and I was so over this interview shit.

"Gathering the information that I got from you today, Ms. Golden, I would say you're almost the perfect candidate for this job. But, we do have other candidates who are even highly qualified for this position you've applied for. We have to give them a chance to be interviewed as well. I'll be sure to give you a call for your second interview if I find the others the least qualified." She stood up, assuring me that the interview was over.

I couldn't believe she'd even fixed herself up to say anything like this. Not only was I qualified for the Team Supervisor position, I was overly qualified.

Although I was an at-home mother and wife, I spent most of my time schooling it out online, earning my associate's degree in Business. Hopefully, if I got the job, I'd pay to further my education to earn a bach.

It's just jealous ass women such as this woman in front of me that made shit hard for me. She spent her years trying to dedicate her life to this company just to get shit out of it. And now that there's a woman over qualified for the job, probably more qualified than her, she wants to act as if her life was much more better than mine. She knows damn well that there's no other person out there better than me. The rest of those people in the lobby were just snobby teenagers who only wanted money to spend on the weekends to get drunk with their lowlife friends. I, on the other hand, have two kids to take care of.