Sitting there waiting for the interview to start.
Fully suited and booted and prepared as could be. Questions all rehearsed in my head. Researched the company, even thought of some questions that he could ask them.
The previous candidate filed out of the room, their face was a mask, impossible to read. Not a hint of whether they thought they had succeeded.
The telephone rang on the receptionistâ€™s desk, and I was told to make my way in.
I took my seat and my heart sank. No job here today, both my ex-wives were the interview panel, smiling like sharks.