April 8, 2004

• More of the story that began here:

  
  

  Miranda felt he was not so pleased with her for not setting any appointments other than men who called about the jobs listed as open.  She felt justified after hearing from others that he preferred to hire men.  She was not in a good position at this moment.  She decided to tell him she had diverted a couple callers who were not men.  “Mr. Dickens, I did tell a couple callers you were in meetings when they called.  I do recall one was a girl.  She sounded very young and with just her phone manner I put her off.  I didn’t think I was doing anything wrong.  She seemed less likely to fit here than most of the other callers”

  
  

  “Miranda, that can be construed as discrimination and they think it’s me doing it, or instructing you to do it.  Law suits can be filed.  Besides the fact that I never gave you any indication that I would like you to screen out any interested applicant.  Why would you feel you had the right to do this?”

  
  

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  When Jes arrived at the office, she felt a bit nervous, but was happier with herself than had she come back impersonating a man.  The odd thing was, the bombshell receptionist was nowhere to be found.  How odd it seemed since she was obviously running a pretty tight ship.  Jes thought the woman knew all and saw all that concerned Mr. Dickens and watched out for him pretty well.  Still, she’d arrived about 10 minutes early for her appointment and had not yet seen this woman.  It was now time for her 8:45 interview and she was already nervous about the fact that she was here as a completely different person, as far as the man behind door number one was concerned, and now, no reception from the receptionist?  What more could this day add to her already frazzled nerves?

  
  

  She should not have asked that question, even to herself.  Just as she was thinking it, the doors to Mr. Dicken’s office were pushed open and the teary-eyed bombshell receptionist came out in a hurried rush to the ladies’ room.

  
  

  Mr. Dickens saw Jes and looked a bit taken aback, then realized he was seeing his previous interviewee standing there in skirt and heels and not looking like a red-headed young man either.

  
  

  He was obviously concerned about what she thought about the receptionist running to the ladies’ room in tears.  He was also surprised to see Jes as herself, though she felt he wasn’t as surprised as she thought he would be.

  
  

  Both stood there a bit awkwardly for what was actually only about 20 seconds, but seemed a much longer time.  He finally gestured toward his door to motion for her to enter and said, “Hello Jesse, glad to see you again.  Please, make yourself comfortable while I resolve something that was begun just before you arrived.”  With this he moved toward the ladies’ room door.

  
  

  Jes was dumbfounded and, per his offer, entered his office and took a seat, the same seat she was in only a couple weeks earlier. And she waited.

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