A Chance
I shift in my chair. Again. I can’t find a comfortable position to sit. Not because of the chair, but because of how nervous I am.
Why am I nervous? I shouldn’t be nervous. I’ve done this before. This process should be normal to me now.
I look up at the man sitting across from me. He’s in his comfort zone. His chair, his desk, his office. He’s even wearing a hoodie and jeans. His hair is ruffled in a messy style.
I try to remember what he said his name is as he looks over my resume. I try to forget that the dress I’m wearing looks more professional than his outfit.
“You don’t have a whole lot of experience as a programmer yet.” He finally says, breaking the terrible awkward silence, “You don’t even have the required four year degree for this job.”
“I know.” I reply. How do I convince him that I need this job?
“So why should I offer you this job?” He asks. He’s going to let me explain.
“Because I have to start somewhere.” I say. Then I pause, searching for the right words, “Because I the education that I have will allow me to quickly learn whatever I need for this job.”
He raises his eyebrows. I give him a nervous smile.
“You think you will be able to perform as well as someone with more experience?”
“I will if you give me a chance.” A chance is all I need.
~Lauren
