FIVE YEARS AGO
The office building, I was told to meet at for a job interview, was something that would be considered as dodgy in a television show. It looked like a deserted building with chairs and tables standing around as if someone was in a hurry out.
The person who met me downstairs and led me up to the office seemed completely disheveled, and it got me worried for a moment.
I smoothed out the pleads in my skirt as I waited to meet with the person who called me in for the interview.
My CV was literally just a printed piece of paper with my contact details, bit of personal information about me and when I graduated from high school. I had no accomplishments to brag about or experience that could have convince them to call me in for an interview.
I found out about the job openi
