you'll walk it...interview

another interview

 I arrived on site eventually after booking the wrong day off with my employer, I had to travel twenty miles from my place of employment, in my dinner break to attend.  I had applied for a position in a high security mental health hospital, which has held many infamous criminals in its time.  
What a grand imposing place , with spectacular Dukery Estate type gates and paraphenalia, a fine drive down to the actual perimeters of the hospital, which had easily a fifty foot fence stretched surrounding.   I parked my car, noticing about  six hundred cars in the car park, popular place no doubt.
The main entrance was like entering an airport, with huge swing doors, three of, and a large glass fascia.  The staff were seated behind a glass fronted desk, which I approached and gave them my details.  A huge locked door was clunked open and I crossed the thresh hold.  There is something quite disturbing about crossing over that thresh hold, even though I am not an inmate, the slamming of the electronic door was quite final, being not in control of it is quite a big removal of subconscious power.,.but I was conscience of it.  Finger print Identification was the next test.  I presented my right index finger to be told
" that's no good"
"oh...it's the only right index finger I have, what's wrong with it ?" I said in bewilderment
"there's no fingerprints on it "
" how did that happen ? have they been stolen ?"
" you've worn them away! " the lassie laughed..
I was bewildered, thinking what have I done so often with that finger to wear my prints away?  I am quite ambexterous, I learned through abstract idleness to use the other hand for many things, it saves you walking around objects for a start.  I can do many things with my left hand, in my job I can assist feeding with my left or right, equal rights for left and right is my moto. 
" try the other hand" she said
Fortunately I had finger prints on that one, this finger had led a much easier life, I shall have to try to delegate work more evenly based towards it in future.
A guard came to meet me, and we aproached another locked room, into that before the final door which lead to the outside 'inside' world.  He opened the door and we stepped out into fresh air
" you see that building way over there ?" he said,  with a silent chuckle.
" the one just a pin prick in the distance..that's where we are going"
I cast a look in pure horror flashed down upon me, it was miles away.
" I've lost fourteen pounds in a month working here "
I tried to swallow and save my breath for the treck, obviously not showing any reaction to the disance he just shoved my face in, and rubbed it nose first from left to right.
" oh right, that's a fair distance"
" it's half a mile.."
He was smiling, already his pace was increasing, there were people walking up and down this path in uniform, obviously they had tread this path a million times and walking it was just second nature. I was already stressed by the interview pending, the drive from my work, the work I had already completed at 6.00 am this morning, the fact that I didnt get the day off to attend, the lack of fingerprints and now a fast track sprint to my doom. 
" I will soon get used to it, if I am lucky"
" I am 72, and I do this run more than twenty times a day "
At that point I hated him.  A sideways glance I mug shot his profile.  He looked familiar to me.  I continued the sprint by telling my feet to not listen to my brain and just plod the hell forward.  I am fifty eight years old.  I have never been a sport enthusiast, if I dont get this job it will still be a wake up to do more exercise, but at what time do I do that. I have a job that takes me out of the house from six in a morning till maybe nine at night, and I have to sleep for the next shift, so going to the gym and/or swimming doesnt fit in .  The shifts are seven days a week, sometimes only getting one shift off then another six on, one shift off..and I dont seem to be getting mega bucks for my application.  Such is modern day slavery.
I spaced my conversation, so as not to look like I was exasperated, and the unlocking of gates paraphernalia with people talking to the guard gave me welcome respite.  That's my penance, for eating cakes.  I was made to perform.
We arrived at the interview corridor, and the guard sat waiting with me, it was then I noticed his name badge.  I did know this man, not personally, but I remember some thirty years ago he had a prominent place in society.  I spoke about my rememberance of him, and some other people from that era, the closing of Newell Dunfords in Misterton, the building of houses at the back of the firestation and various things in Nottinghamshre.  He was a happy chappy to walk with to that interview.. It just goes to show, you never know who you are going to come across in the walks of life..and that was a walk being promoted by the lust for a better job.  I failed on security issues.  Room searches, I  don't know anything about rooms searches in high security buildings.  But I passed the walking test, this time.
( I had a cake in the onsite restaurant..think I earnt that)