I had an interview this past Thursday for an IT job with a financial firm. Needless to say, I wanted to make a good impression and was studying up on the organization. I arrived for the interview 10 minutes before my scheduled appointment at 10:30. It was kind of a chilly morning, but I was in my suit and warm enough. I was to meet with a lady in HR whom I had been corresponding with via e-mail and phone. I could tell from the phone call that she was an older lady (50s or so; lets call her J) with a strong East coast accent. After arriving, I had to wait for around 15 minutes. I got called up to the 5th floor to meet J and was pleasantly surprised.
She was definitely an older lady - late 50s, early 60s. She had short, blackish-grayish hair; curly like Lucille Ball but very short. She was average looking - probably your girl-next-door type back in high school. She was wearing beige flats with a pink ace bandage on her right ankle (I couldn't help but notice it). She was wearing a beige flowy skirt that went to mid-calf.
Ah, but gentleman (and ladies), she was wearing a bright red blouse with a little white sweater - which was luckily unbuttoned. That bright red blouse drew my attention to her prodigious bosom! She was probably 5'3" or 4". Possessing a curvy figure - maybe a size 10 to 14. Think Renee Zellweger in Bridget Jones' Diary. Her breasts are probably in the G or H-cup range and hung down to her forearms. They were tightly snug in her blouse. And remember what I said about it being chilly? Well, her high-beams were on and very prominent! I tried not to stare but got a good three or four glimpses in while she was handing me an application and explaining it to me (and not looking directly at me). She then left me to fill it out and returned to her office.
I filled out the application, partially distracted with all sorts of thoughts running through my head. I was mostly able to focus without her being in the room. After completing the application, I was sent down to her office for a quick interview and rundown of the organization's culture and benefits. Her nipples were still prominent and erect. Luckily (for my chances at landing the position), I could not see them when she sat down at her desk (they were obscured by some knick-knacks and papers). I could still see the tops of her breasts and caught a couple of glances at the beginning of the interview before focusing (lest I get caught a la George and Jerry - "staring at cleavage is like staring at the Sun").
She concluded the HR portion of the interview and walked me over to the IT department. I caught a glimpse of her calves while following her up a flight of stairs - nice and muscular from walking all over the city, no doubt. I had to edge passed her in a narrow hallway and was worried I'd brush up against her "girls" - she didn't leave much room for me to negotiate.
I interviewed with the IT manager. I don't think it went well, unfortunately. Not much camaderie between he and I. Maybe I'll hear some good news and be invited back in for the second-round interview. It would be awesome to work alongside her. Regardless of that, this is the most memorable interview I've ever had.
She very much reminded me of my similarly-built 7th grade counselor. That's a whole different story. My 7th grade counselor eventually moved up to my high school as I was nearing graduation and had grown considerable during that 4 year period. That's a story I'll have to save for another time, though! ;-)
Has anyone else been interviewed by a "bountiful" lady before?