Welcome to Hell

Part 1

Job interviews were Mel's personal concept of Hell.

"So, why do you want to work here?"

"I don't," Mel replied.

Raphael sighed. "Come on, Mel. I'm trying to help you. In a real interview, like the one tomorrow, they'll ask you and you'll need a convincing answer."

Mel took a deep breath and tried to think of a reason. After a minute, she shook her head. "Sorry, Raphael. Ask me the next question. I'll have to think about that first one."

"How about telling them it's because you need the money and you've heard they have good pay and conditions? Or because they're the best in the business? Or because you want to make a difference in the world and they're the best place to do it?" Raphael persisted.

"I'll think about it," Mel said. "Try the next question. I still have a whole day before the interview. I might come up with something good by then."

"In your opinion, what's the worst thing about you?"

Mel stared at him. "What kind of question is that? I thought I was supposed to say things that make me sound good and employable, not let them know about my worst habits!"

"Don’t tell them your worst habits. Say something that sounds good but that you don't like about yourself," Raphael suggested.

"I can't lie."

"Of course you can't lie – or you shouldn't. You need to say more than that, Mel. I know you've never had a job interview before, but you're not making this easy." Raphael ran a hand through his hair, looking worried. "You're supposed to sell yourself."

Mel laughed. "Technically, this will be my first real job interview and my first paid job. I'd hardly call it selling myself. You make it sound so dirty…"

"Just think of something about you that's really desirable for the job, but that you might not like."

"My boobs are too big?" Mel suggested.

"Oh Hell…Mel!"