I looked directly into your eyes as I smiled brightly at you upon entering the office. "Thank you for seeing me, Mr Mason," I stated as I walked towards you and extended my hand confidently to shake yours.

I looked around curiously at the rather empty office and felt some confusion when you asked me to take a seat, as the only thing I could see was an oak barstool directly in front of you.

I walked around to the front of the barstool and reaching behind myself, I placed my hands on the seat. I carefully lifted one heeled foot to rest on one of the bars near the bottom of the stool. My skirt was tight and it was difficult to accomplish. I pushed myself up with my feet, like I was boosting myself onto the kitchen cupboards as I used to do as a child. I struggled slightly and one of my legs slipped wide as I lost my balance momentarily. Giggling nervously and red faced, I quickly squirmed onto the stool, trying to regain my composure. I carefully lifted my right leg and crossed it over my left knee, leaving my left foot hooked behind the bar. I straightened my back and used my hands to tug impatiently on my skirt, pulling it down some, before clasping them primly in my lap.

"Well," I began, and carried on chatting about my acquired skills and how much I enjoyed working at Mason Designs. I finished with what I thought was a strong statement in my favour. “I am a single woman Mr. Mason and I am dedicated to working hard for my career. I am willing to work long hours, including evenings and weekends. I have been treated well by Mason Designs and I would love to continue working here. I am especially honoured to be interviewed by you, Sir, and I assure you that you will not be disappointed should I be the chosen candidate for this position.”

I smiled again, keeping my eye contact with you as the college employment counsellors had taught me to do, and I waited for the interview to continue…