Cheryl sat on the cushion, pondering the interview. She had a good feeling about this one.
The other roles she’d interviewed for were taken by other more competent, younger candidates. Or someone internal, moving up within the ranks of the corporate ladder.
But this time, Cheryl just knew it was hers. Her work history was solid, albeit with a gap of two years for Fleur. God what a drag that was. Home each day with a crying baby, shitty nappies, and mushed food strewn everywhere. Cheryl was never more pleased when the woman down the street opened her home for Family Day Care.
Yes, this was going to be the one. The job that turned things around again.