Resurrection

Penelope rarely left the outskirts of the city and even more sporadic were trips downtown but today was different.

The city passed dimly by the window of the train rebuilding and renewing itself as the tracks passed from the dank outskirts to the gleaming interior. As Penny rode she remembered her last interview, full of trendy “get to know ya” questions and contrived answers; “Describe yourself in terms of food”-“If I were to describe myself as a food I would say I am most like a deep dish pizza because…”. Last night with Carole, Penny made up her mind that there would be none of that today, “I will simply wow my future employers with my brutal honestly and unprecedented qualifications. Oh and then come home unemployed”.

The walk from the train station to the skyscraper was a mere three blocks but that was ample time for Penny to dig her ipod from her purse and begin the ritual blasting of and dancing to Europe’s “The Final Countdown”.

With her game-face thoroughly applied Penny burst through the doors into reception where she was met by a gaggle of younger women in similar borrowed blouses and interview suits. The blood rushed to her face and the wind from sails as she looked out on this sea of young talent. What did she have that they did not? How could she be successful? Desperation.