I get in the car twenty minutes before my interview because if it takes
any longer to get there I don't want the job. At sharp corners I do math
problems: 20=1000=40, 25=1250=50, 30=1500=60, 35=2000=70.|
I wear jeans and a T-shirt. The guy who opens the door is in torn jeans and an untucked T-shirt. His long stringy hair hasn't been combed since last week, which is probably the last time he left his office. I untuck my shirt when he's not looking.
He says management and I think: 30.
He says conceptualizing and I think: 40.
He says, "Can you tell me the functional difference between ActiveX and Java?"
I give a wrong answer and I think: 20.
He says, "What sort of salary are you thinking of?"
"Forty-five," I say. There's a long enough silence for me to think maybe I should have said twenty-five.
"Forty-five a year?" he says.
"No," I say, "an hour."
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