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What do you do at an Interview?

"So, what's important now is... how will you go to that interview?" Ms Gemma asked, her eyes scanning me from head to toe.

"Um.. My daily clothes..?" 

"Your what?" she gave me a look. "You aren't going for a part-time job interview, sweetie. This is an actual thing, where your first impression is your last one. You have to dress up- classic and chic. We dress to impress, girl," she said, while letting her fingers go through her hairs.

After I made the news public to my family, they went practically... you can say, 'berserk'. And also, when I was wondering about what am I going to do at that place, Ms Gemma noticed the hint of worry at my face. 

Soon she found out, that this is my first interview at a company. All the other interviews which I have given so far, were for part time jobs... and that too of variety! 
So, she decided to help me a bit... and so did Adam. 

Therefore, here I am at our restaurant, with Ms Gemma and Adam... trying to figure out, exactly what will I do there. 

My head tilted to side, as I was pretending to think hard. Actually, there was nothing to think about! It's not like my shelf is filled up like a Victoria's Secret's model.
I have three pairs of somewhat new clothes, which I wear on any special occasion. But, even those three 'new' ones look a bit worn out now. 

"I don't know... my daily clothes.. for special occasions?" I replied. 

Ms Gemma sighed. I couldn't comprehend whether it was 'I-am-so-done-with-you' sigh, or 'I-can't-with-this-girl' sigh. 
She took a sharp breath and turned around to face Adam. He was not at all interested in what's going on. His eyes were just too busy... checking out Ms Gemma. 

I made a duck face, so as to refrain myself from shouting at him about how he is so in need to cut his crap down. 
Why did he even come here??

"Adam, what do I do about your sister?" Ms Gemma said, suddenly sounding exhausted. I raised an eye-brow. Adam walked up to pat her shoulder lightly with that 'I-understand-what-you-feel' look. Your typical to-be-couple look.

My surprise was now beyond imagination! 

If these guys want to flirt, then flirt. But why are they making me the odd one here, in order to flirt? That's not correct! You two, flirt on your own!!

But all these things, well, I thought inside my head. So no one else but me heard them.

Adam suddenly said, "How about our Ms Gemma can lend some beautiful clothes to Emily, for once?" 

Okay..? so now, it is our Ms Gemma?! 
Seriously, this man... this boy right there is actually good with words.

Ms Gemma thought for a moment, and then agreed saying, "Be careful with my babies.."

After like fifteen minutes or so, she decided which pair she is going to lend. I didn't reply with a 'thanks'.
Why? Well, neither did I ask for her to lend me clothes, nor was she too happy about lending them. This made us even, I guess. But Adam soon thanked her in my stead. He even used his best smile while telling her how great it was that she helped me out.

I just shook my head. 

"Now, the second important thing is... experience.." Ms Gemma said. "You need experience to give a good interview at the real time," she completed her sentence. Adam nodded. But I doubt he understood anything. 

"Um, so you want me to have experience before I can have experience?" I asked; whatever she said, or however I responded, both of them made absolutely no sense.

"Yes," she replied, to my surprise. 

"Wha- How?" I changed my question deliberately, as I realised the reply to 'what' will be way too longer than the reply to 'how'.

"Um, by practising interview questions?" Adam asked.

"Exactly!" she replied, her face beaming. "We are going to act as interviewers and ask you some questions. You will have to give the best answer you can think about."

I blankly stared at them. 

"I think, she didn't understand," Adam whispered to her. But, duh! I could hear him all right.

"I guess so," Ms Gemma whispered back. 
What the hell's up with these guys!

"We.." Ms Gemma pointed at herself and Adam, "will ask you.." pointing at me, "some questions like those interviews...." she completed her sentence while pointing her fingers at my laptop. 

I sighed internally.

"Yes, I understand." 

... ...

Ms Gemma and Adam -- now, Mr Adam -- were sitting in front of me. Ms Gemma was looking through some papers, my resume, I assume; and Ada- Mr Adam was staring into nothingness..

Gosh! I can never get used to calling him 'Mr Adam'. This is just..!

Ms Gemma cleared her throat, then looked at me, with a piercing gaze. I sat back straight up, suddenly getting the feels. 

"So, tell me, why did you apply here?" Ms Blaine asked. 

Why did I apply here? Well, I applied to a dozens of different places, so...

"Um, because it is a good company," I said. 

Mr Williams gave me a look. "We know that very well. But, that's not supposed to be your rea-" before he could complete his nagging, Ms Blaine interrupted him.

"Very well," she said, and flipped some more pages. 
Now, I was curious more than anything: what is that thing, whose pages she is flipping continuously?

"Why should we hire you then?" she asked me. Mr Williams nodded in agreement.

This is a question, I am sure you all are familiar with. The question practically screams that they have nothing better to ask. 'Why should we hire you?' :- Because you are hiring? 
But, now, I was well aware, that this is not the answer that Ms Blaine and Mr Williams would like to hear.

"Um.. I have always felt passionately about.." I paused to think. "..not starving to death," I completed my sentence.

Mr Williams rose his brows at me, a small smile on his lips. "You sure are-" he opened his mouth again, but was interrupted by Ms Blaine again. Poor Mr Williams, I thought.

"Tell us something about yourself," she shot the next question. 

Well, this was a question which I could actually answer in an appropriate way. I have introduced myself formally over hundred times until now..!
But after hearing what I answered myself, I suddenly felt like, I should dig up the ground, jump in there, and never come out again. 

"Well, I was born at a very young age.."
Fucking -- when did this become 'How to be brain dead with Emily Williams'!

Silence.

"How do you think you can pass an interview like this!?" Ms Blaine suddenly went furious. I blinked my eyes multiple times. 

"But, you got this right!" Mr Williams-- Adam said, biting his laughter back. 
I replayed the whole conversation in my head, and suddenly the realisation hit me. Just how stupid my answers were...

Ms Blaine, soon regained her composure, and changed back into Ms Gemma. 
"Well, it is okay," she said. "You can get nervous and say things which you don't mean to," she smiled at me. 
I nodded. Although, what she said right now as Ms Gemma, completely contradicted with what she said as Ms Blaine. 

And I think, I should close my eyes and believe Ms Blaine.

She flipped her hairs, and leaned in closer, while explaining me how I should've answered. But all this time, I was simply thanking god, that this was not the real interview.

If this actually were the real thing, then I might as well be dead by now!