KJ and Budgie give each other writing prompts each Wednesday, and they have to write a piece based on that prompt, no matter what it is. They are not allowed to reveal the prompts in their posts.
This is Prompt as Hell with KJ Marshall and Budgie Bigelow.
Episode 10 – The Interview by Budgie Bigelow
“Your resume looks great,” I said, looking up from the paper and the woman sitting on the other side of my desk. Her button-down shirt was showing a dangerous amount of cleavage, and her skirt was too short. She was good at batting her eyelashes, and I could tell she was used to getting what she wanted. I was probably going to give her the job, but because of her experience and expertise, though looking at her every few minutes as I walked around the office wasn’t going to be half bad.
“Thank you,” Molly replied. She smiled a sexily toothy grin, showing me her perfect teeth.
“I think you’ll fit in well here,” I continued. “We’ve been looking for a good administrative assistant for a while now.”
“You want me to be a secretary?” Molly asked.
“Administrative assistant,” I replied. “We’re really not supposed to call say ‘secretary’ anymore.”
“I thought I was applying for a job in construction,” Molly said. “What the hell is this all about secretary work?!”
“Administrative assistant!” I once again corrected. “That’s what we’re hiring for.”
“Oh,” Molly said. “Is this because I’m a woman?”
“No,” I replied. “I don’t have any openings in that area. We only have one opening at the moment. If one opens up while you’re working here as an admin-”
“That’s bullshit!” Molly exclaimed. “This place is so anti-feminism it’s not even funny!”
“If you could just calm down…”
“Don’t you dare tell me to shut the fuck up!” Molly shouted. “All you misogynistic assholes are all the same. Next you’ll mansplain this how this whole corporation is built on the separation of male and female.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said, standing, “but this interview is over.”
“You can’t dismiss me like this!” Molly snapped. “I’m going above your head and filing a grievance! Where’s the union rep?”
“You don’t work here,” I said. “Get out before I call security.”
“I bet it’s a man,” Molly said. She got up, and her left breast popped out of her shirt, exposing her nipple.
“Oh,” I said.
“What?” Molly asked. She looked down and noticed her nip-slip. “Does my tit somehow offend you? Is there so much testosterone in your brain that you can’t live properly if there’s a titty in your face? Well it’s my body! Deal with it, man!”
“OK,” I said, picking up my phone and hitting the button for security. “You better get the fuck out.”