Each time I felt I had a crisis on my hands, I could reach for my two-dollar bill and set it on the table. I would stare at it for several hours and could always come up with a solution.
When I applied for my first job, I was thirty years old and very shy. The thought of being interviewed for a job was scary but I had to work. On my first interview, as I sat in the waiting room, I noticed there were five women ahead of me. All of the women were younger and very well dressed. One of them was impeccable2 in her blue striped suit with matching purse and shoes. I knew I was up against women better qualified by looking at the length of their resumes.
Ms. Martin, the office manager, summoned me into her office.
“What makes you feel you are qualified for this job？” she asked.
“I really need this job and there is nothing I can not do,” I responded.
She asked me a series of questions and the interview was over. As I exited her office, I turned around and said, “Ms. Martin, I know that I am not qualified like your other applicants, but please give me a chance. I learn quickly and can be a very productive member of your team.”
I thanked her and went home exhaustedly. Oh well, I thought, tomorrow would be another day.