TwinswillWin
03-26-2005, 06:24 AM
Note:I mix fiction with fact.
I was dressed in my finest suit and I was carrying a file containing my skills. I felt confident in myself; I was out here to get this job. I began my walk into the St. Louis Cardinals owner's office. It was located down a concrete hall lined with radiators and pipes. I could see his oak door about fifty feet in front of me. My feet carried me where I needed to go but my head was full of questions.
The year is 1999. The year after the big home run chase by Mark Mcgwire and Sammy Sosa. Fan's interest in baseball was rejuvenated and many teams where taking advantages in spending. It was announced that the Cardinals previous general manager was leaving his position and that it has not yet been filled. I wondered about the previouis GM.
The Cardinals previous general manager had quit to persue his lifetime goal of becoming a lounge singer or so I had read in the paper. I don't believe everything in the paper and I thought this was pretty farfetched. I believed he was fired from his job but after the Mcgwire season.... I looked to my sides and then looked straight ahead, I was closing in on the door.
My heart pounding in my chest, I quickly looked down to my feet. My feet still carried me absent-mindedly toward my goal. I was almost to the door. Would I get hired? What kind of guy is the owner? I hope I remembered to brush my teeth. Do I still have my file? Wait its in my hand. I was a mess before I even got to the door. I felt my skin grow paler and my hands tremble. I looked up the door was in my face.I reached down to turn the door knob but before I could, the door pulled in the doorway stood a red-faced man.
I guessed the red-faced man to be in his late forties. He was balding and walked with a slight limp. He stunk of cheap aftershave and wore a cardinals team jacket. He hurried past me, not even looking at me, swearing inconprehensibly under his breath. I watched him walk down the hallway to the elevator at the other end of the hall; the doors closed and he was gone. I turned and faced the room.
This is my time. I have this interview. I'll surely be hired. All these thoughts of incouragement ran through my head . I stepped into the office.
The office was dark and dank. The only source of light was a window behind the desk. The desk was made of fine oak and behind it sat a brown, padded, leather chair. Over the top of the chair I could see smoke, so I assumed that someone was sitting in the chair. I looked around the office in silence.
"Have a seat," the voice behind the chair broke the silence.
If I like the way its going and get positive feedback I'll continue to go on with my story but I have to leave you hopefully wanting more.
I was dressed in my finest suit and I was carrying a file containing my skills. I felt confident in myself; I was out here to get this job. I began my walk into the St. Louis Cardinals owner's office. It was located down a concrete hall lined with radiators and pipes. I could see his oak door about fifty feet in front of me. My feet carried me where I needed to go but my head was full of questions.
The year is 1999. The year after the big home run chase by Mark Mcgwire and Sammy Sosa. Fan's interest in baseball was rejuvenated and many teams where taking advantages in spending. It was announced that the Cardinals previous general manager was leaving his position and that it has not yet been filled. I wondered about the previouis GM.
The Cardinals previous general manager had quit to persue his lifetime goal of becoming a lounge singer or so I had read in the paper. I don't believe everything in the paper and I thought this was pretty farfetched. I believed he was fired from his job but after the Mcgwire season.... I looked to my sides and then looked straight ahead, I was closing in on the door.
My heart pounding in my chest, I quickly looked down to my feet. My feet still carried me absent-mindedly toward my goal. I was almost to the door. Would I get hired? What kind of guy is the owner? I hope I remembered to brush my teeth. Do I still have my file? Wait its in my hand. I was a mess before I even got to the door. I felt my skin grow paler and my hands tremble. I looked up the door was in my face.I reached down to turn the door knob but before I could, the door pulled in the doorway stood a red-faced man.
I guessed the red-faced man to be in his late forties. He was balding and walked with a slight limp. He stunk of cheap aftershave and wore a cardinals team jacket. He hurried past me, not even looking at me, swearing inconprehensibly under his breath. I watched him walk down the hallway to the elevator at the other end of the hall; the doors closed and he was gone. I turned and faced the room.
This is my time. I have this interview. I'll surely be hired. All these thoughts of incouragement ran through my head . I stepped into the office.
The office was dark and dank. The only source of light was a window behind the desk. The desk was made of fine oak and behind it sat a brown, padded, leather chair. Over the top of the chair I could see smoke, so I assumed that someone was sitting in the chair. I looked around the office in silence.
"Have a seat," the voice behind the chair broke the silence.
If I like the way its going and get positive feedback I'll continue to go on with my story but I have to leave you hopefully wanting more.