After six months of mailing resumes all over the tri-county area, I finally had a bite. Though under-qualified for the position, I desperately needed the work. So, I had my suit pressed, printed directions to the corporate office, and put gasoline in my car the night before just to avoid being late today. And because of that preparation I arrived ten minutes early. I’m going to get this job.
“Mr. Montgomery will see you now,” said the secretary while motioning toward the door behind her desk. I nodded my head, brushed my suit to make sure I still looked presentable, then strutted toward the door. Mr. Montgomery was a portly man with fragments of red hair sprawled across his semi-bald head.
“Take a seat, take a seat!” He voiced. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”
“Thank you, sir,” I said while sitting in the leather chair in front of his desk. “I appreciate you taking time out of your schedule to see me.”
“No, I appreciate you taking time to see me!” Mr. Montgomery and I shared a laugh.
“I brought a copy of my resume–“
“No need for that, I have it right here. I must say, I’m quite impressed.” Mr. Montgomery cleared his throat as he glanced over my resume. “So, you were in the service, studied engineering…”
I sat stupefied. What was he talking about? Mr. Montgomery continued on, mentioning we were in the same professional organization and that he’s heard of my church. I was…lost…he was not reading my resume!
“So, with such diverse experience, how will you contribute to this company?” I started sliding in the leather chair as Mr. Montgomery slid forward on his desk. His eyes were intense. Mine were in shock. I need this job, though! I took a deep breath and then exhaled.
“Well, sir…” I began. I felt butterflies within my stomach. Then, I went for it. “Honestly? I’m just excited to give anything a shot.”
Mr. Montgomery and I shared a laugh again. I went on for 15 more minutes with him, playing the role of the fabulous person he had on the resume in front of him. So when he said he’d be in touch, I had to think fast.
“Well, sir, I’m actually in a unique predicament right now, so I want to share this with you.” I reached into my portfolio and produced a business card.
“What’s this?” He asked.
“Well, as I said, it’s quite a unique predicament. I…I have to change my name–“
“Change your name?”
“And mailing address, basically all my contact information.” I rushed. “It’s a unique–“
“Predicament.” Mr. Montgomery finished. He glared at me, suspiciously. “You know what?” I just knew my cover was blown. I reached for my portfolio and began to stand. He made a motion to stop, then started to chuckle.
“You’re a special character, I tell you!” He walked around his desk and slapped me on the back. “You start in two weeks.” I released the breath I was holding and shook his hand. He motioned me toward the door and I quickly stopped.
“Can you give it three weeks? Just until the name change is complete.”