Action Shots

Prologue

Pacing back and forth while staring at the many tiles I start to debate on whether or not I should just walk out. The tiles are suddenly getting more and more interesting with every passing second. I try to match my breath with every other tile space to try and calm my nerves.

Normally I don't get this nervous for interviews but this one is different.

To be completely honest I didn't even want this interview. That's why I didn't apply for the position, yet here I am.

"Magnolia Palmer."

My face shot up from looking at the floor to this tall woman. She looked very intimidating and almost manly like. She had perfect posture, her shoulders were arched back and her chest was sticking out. It was the perfect look to indicate power, respect, and intimidation. She had lots of muscle and it was peeking out from behind her tight red dress. Her voice was even a few octaves lower than your average woman.

It worked! I was indeed intimidated.

I smiled at her but she didn't care to return the favor. She turned on her back heel almost too gracefully and walked straight through a corridor. Her hips swayed back and forth, almost as if she was trying to show off her curves.

I followed her through the corridors and to a big open and empty room. She took a seat at the far end of the table and I took a seat a few chairs down from her.

"Too close," She blurted out almost jarringly. I looked up at her confused.

"Excuse me?"

She slammed her forearm on the table and took her glasses off with her other arm. I didn't even realize she was wearing glasses until now. "I said, too close," She repeated but this time a lot slower. She was talking to me as if I was mentally challenged.

Not wanting to push my luck with this monster any further I moved to the complete opposite end of the table. The table took up almost the entire room, the fact that I had to sit on the opposite side of the table was insane.

"I'm just going to cut to it, why do you want this job?" She asked nonchalantly.

Well, that's a great question, I started. You see, I didn't want this job, I didn't want to apply for it. I mean I didn't even apply, my mother did! But then there's also the aspect of I need food and a house and basically all the necessities.

No, I couldn't tell her that. I mean yes, I didn't want this job but while I have the interview might as well give it a shot, right?

"My mother."

What? My mother? What is that supposed to mean? Leave it to me to mess everything up!

The look on the interviewer's face was priceless. She didn't even know what to say-- I didn't even know what to say.

"Your mother? What does your mother have to do with this?"

"Okay look, I'm not going to even try to come up with some lie here, it's kind of pointless at this point. I don't want this job, or at least I didn't want it. My mother is pushing me to get a job. I lost mine a few weeks ago and I have literally been living off of ramen noodles for the past month.

"I'm not a sports photographer- in fact, I've never even taken any sports shots. I'm not even into sports at all! I'm a model photographer. Quite frankly I have no idea what I'm doing when it comes to these types of action shots, but I'm willing to try if you're willing to give me the chance," I finished feeling somewhat proud of myself but also wondering why the hell I just admitted to all of that.