My Aussie Guy - Liz Lovelock Page 0,58
judgemental looks, not only toward me but toward each other.
Some are pretty, well groomed, and are probably hoping to get the job based solely on their looks. Then there’s the average girl, the one who has her hair pulled back into a simple ponytail, along with her basic black pencil skirt and red silk, button-up shirt.
Okay, maybe there’s only one girl like that—me.
I’m your average girl and the rest are the rich bitch looking types.
As each agonising minute ticks by, I watch as all the other girls go in before me, all leaving giggly and confident.
Seriously, why did I even try?
I’m sure one of these girls are sure to get this job.
I can’t sit still anymore. It’s me and one other girl remaining. I’m ready to get up and pace the room, or run laps, actually. I’m not a silly girl. I know how people with companies as large as Case Constructions prefer the supermodel type who have the perfect face, which attracts more business to their company. I’m not saying I’m ugly. I’m happy in my own skin, and if these people aren’t happy with me, then it’s their loss.
“Melodi White?” I hear a lady call from the doorway. I glance up and watch her walk in. She’s maybe in her thirties and has a kind face.
“Yes, that’s me.” My shaking hands reach for my folder. Nerves kicking into overdrive once again, I take a deep breath, hoping to calm myself and then walk toward her.
I reach the doorway, and she extends her hand toward me. “Hi, I’m Helen. I’m the Human Resources Coordinator for Case Constructions, and I will be on the interview panel today.”
I take her hand, hoping she doesn’t notice my clammy palms.
“Have you filled out your paperwork? And do you have any questions at all about it?”
Handing the folder over, I answer, “Hi, here’s the paperwork. I didn’t have any problems, but I may have missed something. Please let me know if anything isn’t correct.” I can’t seem to calm my nerves no matter what I do and my voice is quavering slightly. Maybe once I’m in there and the interview begins, I might calm down.
“That’s great. Please follow me.” She turns and walks down a hallway. It’s so silent, apart from the clicking of our heels on the tiled floor. She stops, and then holds open a door for me. Walking in, my heart drops to ground floor.
So much for my nerves settling down. In front of me are three other interviewers. There’s another lady and two men sitting behind a table, with notebooks and bottles of water in front of them, and a telephone. Helen takes her place among them. There’s a lone, daunting seat placed in front of them. I stay standing until I’m told otherwise.
“Please, be seated,” says the grumpy old man with grey hair and wrinkly skin. He must be over this whole event.
“Thank you,” I reply, taking my seat.
“Hello, Ms. White,” says the other woman beside Helen. She seems very professional and an upfront type of person, but her eyes give the vibe of being just plain unkind or uncaring.
I might need to steer clear of her.
“I’m Jenny Ford, Office Manager. This is Helen, the HR Manager.” Then pointing to the old man, she says, “Tim is Executive Assistant and beside him is Jared, Chief Financial Officer.” She points toward the young fella on the end who looks too young to be in that position. “And on telephone conference we have our CEO, Mr. Andrews.”
“Good Morning,” I address them all in my most professional voice, trying not to sound how my insides feel. I begin to fidget, tangling my fingers together and untangling then repeating, something I do to calm myself in certain situations, and this is one of those kinds of situations.
Deep down, I’m hoping I answer their questions in a pleasing manner. They all greet me and then turn their attention to making notes.
What could they seriously be writing down? The questions haven’t even begun yet!
Helen takes over now. “So, please, tell us a bit about your previous employment?” she asks, preparing her pen to make more notes.
Taking a deep breath, I reply, “I worked in a law firm as personal assistant to one of the partners. I’d been there for about a year before deciding to move to New York.”
“And what were your sole responsibilities?”
“I assisted the partner by booking his appointments, answering phone calls, minutes for meetings, booking flights and accommodation for business trips, and preparing notes and paperwork for all meetings. Those are the main things I undertook, as well as general admin duties,” I answer confidently.
For the next half hour, the questions keep coming from each of the interviewers. Answering them, I try to lighten the mood with a few little giggles and smiles here and there. All in all, it’s a very good interview. I feel quite pleased with myself, although the big CEO on the phone never spoke, which I found odd. You’d think he’d be the one with all the questions, seeing as it could be him I end up working for.
With the interview finished, I shake their hands. “Thank you for the opportunity,” I say, turning toward the door.
Leaving the building, I pull out my phone and call Flick. I promised I’d call when it finished, but it goes to her message bank. “Hey, it’s me. Sooo… the interview went well. They’ll contact me in the next week to let me know the outcome, although I’m not too hopeful. Will fill you in later, catch ya.”
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I’m a wife, mother, reader, blogger, and now an author. I’m always busy doing something as I have so much going on, and my three little ones keep me on my toes.
I’m from bright and sunny Queensland, Australia. I have always been a reader. When I was little, I would be up late reading Garfield and Asterix comic books and also Footrot Flats. When I hit high school, they gave us Tomorrow When the War Began by John Marsden, and from there my love of books continued to grow.
I keep a notebook and pen beside my bed for when those late-night ideas pop into my head, plus I’m a stationery addict and love pens, notebooks, and, well, anything stationery.
I’ll say sorry first in case I miss anyone.
I’d like to thank my editors—Lauren Clarke from Lauren Clarke Editing and Kaylene Osborn from Swish Design & Editing. And to my proofreader, Jenn from Jenn Lockwood Editing. Without you ladies, I’d be thoroughly lost. You’ve both pushed me with this one. Thank you for fitting me in on short notice and polishing up my work to make it squeaky clean. You’re awesome! Thanks for all your advice and guidance.
To my fantastic team of betas—Halle, Abbey, and Melissa. Your input is so valuable. Thank you for all your feedback—you’re all amazing. And thanks for being patient and pushing me to do better.
A huge thank you to Ben from Be Designs for designing the perfect cover and working with me until I was happy. It is everything I wanted it to be. I love it!
Thanks, Reggie Deanching, for a beautiful photograph of Cody Smith and Tionna Petramalo. You’re all amazing.
These next mentions are my other halves in the author world. Without their constant support and friendship, I may have given up a long time ago. They’re my cyber sisters spread far and wide around Australia and America, so thank you to Jemma Brown aka JB Heller, KE Osborn, Kaylene Osborn, and Belle Brooks. These ladies are truly amazing. I’d be lost without our chats.
To Anastasia—your help has been incredible. Without you and your input, I’d be all over the place.
To my Flock—I love you, girls. Your support is truly nothing short of amazing. I know I have a safe place in my group with you all. Thank you.
To my readers—I feel blessed to have your continuous support. Thank you.
To my family and my husband—you’re truly wonderful. You’ve never given up on me. You sit and listen when I need to vent out my frustrations, never once complaining about it. I love you.
To my three beautiful children—Millie, Cale, and Finn. You three test my patience, but I’m so grateful to have you in my life to love. Families are forever.
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