They called me about three, maybe four, weeks ago, to come in for an interview. Job offers in my line dont come along very often, and I was getting more than a little short on funds, so I figured I'd go for it. Competition in this field is tough, so when someone calls, you answer, y'know? When I arrived, the receptionist asked me to sit down and wait, that the interviewer would be along shortly. There were two other candidates, and we did the social chit-chat thing - you know, complaining about the job market and how tough it was to find something in our field. I asked if they'd been waiting long, and they just looked at each other for a second, then laughed. After a couple of hours, I asked the receptionist what the problem might be. She told me they were running a little behind and if I wouldnt mind waiting? I sat down, picked up the issue of Time I'd been staring at for the last hour. Around four, I was the only one left -- the other two had gone. But I needed this job, so I figured I'd stick it out as long as need be. After all, the guy had to come out of that office sometime, right? By six thirty, the receptionist was closing up shop, but she asked if I wouldnt mind waiting a bit longer. The interviewer had been very impressed with my resume; he was quite anxious to see me. "It's just he's a busy man, but if you really don't mind waiting..." I allowed as I wasn't. She seemed very happy at this. If the interviewer saw me, all I had to do was pull the door behind me when I left. I nodded, and she was gone. About nine, someone knocked on the main door -- a delivery guy, with a sandwich and a can of soda for me. The interviewer had sent it. I gave the guy a tip, then went back to my chair to eat. I was tempted to leave as well, but there was a light under the interviewer's door, so I figured he had to be in there. I wanted to knock a couple of times, but you know, you dont want to seem pushy, right? First impressions and all that. I dont know what time I fell asleep -- around midnight, maybe. These chairs... well, they're not the most comfortable, so sometime, in the middle of the night, I gave up and slept on the floor. The receptionist was in around eight. She brought me coffee and a cheese danish and assured me I'd be seen promptly. She apologized for the delay -- "we're restructuring, so things are a bit... you know" -- and gave me the key to the men's room so I could wash up a bit. It's been three weeks now... I think. The receptionist is very kind, bringing me coffee in the morning and arranging for a lunch delivery. I get to use the men's room to wash my clothes at night, and I've found a comfortable sleeping position on the floor. I've memorized the copy of Time, sort of a project I put on myself to pass the time. I hope my neighbour is taking care of my cat -- I'd call, but the receptionist wont let me use the phone. She told me that she's certain he'll see me today. She seems very assuring.