Beyond Our Imagination

uced myself rather hastily. It was a bit late but I need to

s okay when it clearly wasn't. Attempting to sound normal and save

very well dead at this point, as evidenced by the sound of my breath. I can sense

floor. His mere presence just screams no-mercy-HR-manager which puts me in a state of u

s possible. Can you really blame me? Who'd want to? I probably should have let

There looks to be roughly 30? No, 40 people all filed in a straight line.

dds in my head, it leaves me with almost zero chance, considering the fact that I'm sti

n me. Since I've never had an interview before, or have gone job hunting at all, irratio

fter all, a small chance is better than no chance if I were to not even try in the first place. The

to apply to. The thought alone sends shivers down my back. I try not to th

and I swear on my grave for that. Occasionally, when I think about it, it doesn't make much sense to me at all. How

, as is everything. Even then it's nothing shocking or new to me but it's not how the world works - it's what it is. No one in Triary wants different than wha

line. I take a deep breath to try to calm myself down as I hear my name cal

ithin the area. The area looks so foreign, making my lim

n walk forward you know

meet his judging stare. I get that being judge-y isn't the wors

much older than me, yet I still feel like my insides are being churned like a

te me. I fiddle with the form in my hand before handing it over to him. He only takes a quick glance at them

s oddly numb with no e

k up from his clipboard as he begins jotting down what I presume is my bad co

only natural and that he's probably seen his fair share of stutterers from interviewing people, th

e replies, not even attempting to have a level of e

st dumb." He quickly adds, muttering to no one in partic

. never had a job bef

es a breath a

are you applyin

ut that, though I suppose it doesn't matter in

y, pausing for a bit before allowing myself to cont

t time, carrying an indiscernible expression. Eve

curses under his breath, furiously scribbling

peer over the table but I'm afraid

you're good

I'm