Yesterday I had a job interview, it was late, at 5:00PM, so this time I didn’t took the day off, just left a few hours early.  When I arrived at the place and asked for the person that was supposed to interview me, the receptionist told me that the person was not there.  My first though at that moment was “Damn, these people are not responsible…, fuck”.  But then she made some calls, another chick came by and said that in a few minutes someone was going to interview me, I said “Great, thank you…”, a few seconds later I see this cute, tall, blonde, muscular guy in his late 30’s walking towards me, my mind bagan to imagine him spanking my ass with a leather belt, mmmm.  When he get where I am he says in English  “Hi Mr. Nieves, I am Douglas, follow me please”, and I follow him, looking at his tight ass and wondering why the fuck he spoke in english.

It was a fucking gringo!, I was not expecting this, when I get interviewed I always get nervous because sometimes I don’t know what to respond, but now it was going to be double the nervousness because the interview was going to be in English, and you see how I write, so you can pretty much imagine how I speak it.  When we get to his office he says “Well, Mr. Nieves, I am not very fluent speaking Spanish, but I understand it, I hope that you are comfortable in a dual language interview”, and I told him, “Well, my English is a little rusty since I never speak it, but I understand it very well”.  And something interesting happened, I did not said a single word in Spanish for the rest of the meeting, but the most important thing, I felt comfortable, I can easily say that this has been the best interview I have ever had. 

The interview was very technical, we spoke about programming languages and methodologies, my experiences using Visual Basic, MS SQL, ASP, Oracle and programming styles.  In fact, that interview did not felt like an interview at all, it felt like a conversation, a dialog between two colleagues.  He actually told me that he felt I was the right candidate for the position and that he might get in touch with me again next week.  But I have heard that before, a LOT of times, and I always end up sitting right next to my cell phone waiting for a call that never comes, but not this time.  If he calls, cool, if he doesn’t, well, too bad for him.

Changing the subject.  Sometimes I think I am a bad boyfriend.  Yesterday my BF told me that his boss gave him a concert ticket for Usher, and when he told me I stayed quiet, did not said a thing for like ten minutes.  I felt sad because I could not spend that night with him, we have always been together on Fridays, since the day we started dating, so, this was going to be the first Friday we spend by ourselves, the first Friday in eight months.  But then I realized that I was at the brink of being an egoist BF, I mean, this was not about me, they gave him the ticket, an expensive one, that sort of thing does not happen every day.  So I looked at him in the eyes and told him that I am sorry because I could not gave him the reaction that he was expecting, and that I was quiet because I was thinking, but that I am really happy for this.  Then he said something about not being sure to go, and I stopped him and said “are you nuts?, how many times has something like this happened to you before”, he answered “never”, me again “Well, you ARE going, I can manage a day without you, besides, you can always come after the concert”.  And that was it.

I really hope he enjoys it, he deserve it because he has been working like a nigger for the past three months.

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