New Tangled Tango #51

Previously

Barbara thought about that for a moment.

“Okay,” she admitted that was thoughtful of him. I might well have suspected that of him in the circumstances.”

Soon, Cathy had to leave to get back to work, but she and Barbara parted on good terms.

Continued

Wednesday 27th April  Later, at Paul’s flat share.

Cathy had phoned her son earlier to check that he would be in if she called. He had said that he would make sure to be there. He was delighted but concerned. The delight was because she hardly ever visited him at home. Maybe his concern related to the two mates that he shared with.

They were both a bit nerdy – computer games addicts who dressed like Goths. They would be in a bedroom though, playing some type of shoot-em-up game. His mates weren’t the real concern however. He still didn’t have a job, but he’d received a letter earlier in the day from Croxton Council.

They’d thanked him for his application and offered him an interview next week. They’d enclosed some job descriptions together with details of pay and conditions. He wasn’t being interviewed for a specific job in the IT unit. They were looking to fill a range of positions and would decide which candidates would be the best fit for each job based on their interviews. That felt even scarier than going for any one of the jobs. He’d wanted to discuss it with his Mum. He’d tidied up ready.

She buzzed for admittance and, after he’d opened the electronic lock, she walked-up. It was a first-floor flat.

“Hi, Mum,” he said, kissing her on the cheek, “thanks for coming. You look great.”

“Aw, thanks,” she said, “It’s lovely to see you too. How are you?”

Paul said that he was fine in himself, but he went on to tell her about the Town Hall interview offer and his worries about it.

“Love,” she said, “that’s great news. It sounds as if you really have a good chance, but you have to have faith in yourself. Read the details carefully and think what you might be asked about your fitness to perform any of the duties. Answer honestly but put yourself in the best light. Be ready to tell them things that you’ve done on your past jobs or past–life that have equipped you to deal with the situations you anticipate from the details.”

“Dress neatly and in clean clothes and shoes, but you don’t need to go over the top. White shirts and blue ties aren’t needed these days. Smile and look people in the eyes when they speak to you. First impressions count, so no biting your nails or looking down at your shoes.”

“Bloody Hell, Mum,” he said, “now I am worried. Can you write all that down please?”

“I’ll email you,” she said, ”Those are some of the main things that I have to look out for when I interview applicants.”

“I’d forgotten that you are a high-flying lady,” he said proudly.

“The salary I get says otherwise,” she said, but I love my job.”

“Mum, would you tell Mr Pearson, if you see him, ‘thanks for thinking of me and telling you about the job’ – even if I don’t get it, it was nice of him.”

“Ah!” she said, “That’s the other reason I’m here.”

“Uh Oh!” he said, “What’s happened now.”

“Well, my son, my, er, favourite son, my son who is so thankful to Mr Pearson..”

“Mum!” he said get on with it.”

“It turns out that Mr Pearson and I are going out with each other – as they say.”

“What!” he said.

I opened this post with a photo of the block of flats, one of which Paul shares with friends. My featured photo represents the story’s “Town Hall” – to which Paul has applied for a job following Steve’s suggestion, relayed by Cathy.

The EXIF data were: Pentax K-1 36 MP full-frame dslr with 24-70 mm f/2.8 lens. Shutter speed 1/125 secs @ f/8 and 24 mm. ISO was 100.

Author: writingandphotography0531

I am a retired local government officer. At that time, I was an IT manager and had associated responsibilities for training. I have previously been involved, in various organisations, with aspects of industrial training and management development. My hobby is photography and, until recently, hillwalking in Snowdonia. I have just written my first novel, Persephone and the Photographer, published as a Kindle eBook.

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