I left the high rise office feeling confident, absolutely nailing the interview. We’d had a rapport, the HR guy and I, and I just had the sense things were looking up.
I approached the lavish, ornately trimmed elevators and pressed the button, glancing out the wall-length windows. A boy could get used to working with that view. The city splayed out mathematically, coalescing into a satisfying grid.
The familiar *ding* alerted me to the elevator again as the car arrived. I snapped out of my dreamy state and headed towards the opened doors. An empty elevator. Excellent.
I pressed the button marked “Lobby” and set my back against the rear of the car. A soft *whoosh* followed as the doors closed and a gentle, swift descent began.
Just as I was letting the comforting zen of the quiet overtake me, the brakes delicately enabled and the car came to a stop again. The doors opened on the 30th floor and I raised my head to give whoever was waiting a visual greeting.