I was back in my room, staring at the television screen. A documentary enthused about cheese making or something but my mind was racing elsewhere.
It all seemed too basic, too easy, and the timing was completely absurd. I just couldn’t take it in. No longer was I concerned about the possibility of a set up – it was highly unlikely they would waste their time trying to nail someone who could easily have been ejected as a time waster in the first instance. The only way I could possibly have blown it was by coming across badly during the telephone conversation today – as I inevitably did ...
I laid back on my bed and studied the patterns of damp which decorated the ceiling. Why did she have to call when I was sat on the toilet? I must have sounded confused and emotional, probably much more so than the average Joe who merely wants to act keen to land a new opportunity. And then there was that twat who pulled the chain ...
I sat back up, bolt upright. Lying down to relax was clearly not working: I had to do something to occupy my mind, hands, anything. I swung my legs round to the side of my bed, stood up and grabbed the kettle. You never had to walk too far in this room of mine – in fact sometimes it wasn’t possible to walk at all. I switched the kettle on and grabbed the coffee jar. Two scoops ought to be enough to distract my mind for a few minutes at least. Fear and excitement: what if today’s telephone call comes to nothing; and what if it does?
I poured the water into the mug. Half of the coffee granules floated to the surface in a tar-like scum and I gave it a quick stir.
I couldn’t afford to take anything for granted; nor did I wish to contemplate my meeting with Jane and the personnel manager. And I hadn’t even considered who I should ask to witness the humiliating event.
I needed that job offer in writing, I had to know it was real. In fact, I needed it more than I’d ever needed anything else. Even at this stage, it could all become a terrible tease. As they used to say on some insufferable TV show back in the 80s, “Let’s have a look at what you could have won.”
I sat back down on my bed and looked at the television. Were they still talking about cheese? No, it was the news. A politician was pontificating about something or other, but I was fairly sure it wasn’t cheese. I took a slurp of my coffee, which was still piping hot and damned strong. It was going to be a long night, but there had never been much prospect of getting any sleep. So I figured I’d stick with the coffee. There ought to be enough left in the jar to sustain the static hours ahead.
Busying my hands, I flicked the switch on the kettle once more as my thoughts turned to the postman and tomorrow morning.
YOU ARE READING
The Ascendant
AdventureHow one man schemed his way through corporate culture of the '00s. It's not what you know, it's what they think you know ...