When I was 18 and first starting college, I looked around campus for a work study job. One that would be flexible with my school hours and pay a decent rate. One of the first spots I applied for was at one of the gyms on my campus. My campus was fairly large and where the freshman dorms were, a smaller run down gym resided in an older building. There was a work-study program through the student activities union to work the front desk at the gym, sign in students, and maintain the minimal equipment. I applied and was called for an interview later that week.
I met with the director of student activities, her name was Alicia. She was tall, a little shorter than my height of 5’10inches and looked fairly in shape. Alicia had to be in her mid-thirties, she had dark tan skin and curly brown hair down to her shoulders. The interview was very casual. We talked about school and working out, which I was very into at the time. Alicia complimented my physique, saying I looked like I spend many hours in the gym, so why not get paid for it. Alicia offered me the job right there, we shook hands where I noticed no ring on her finger. Our hand shake seemed to linger too long, both of us staring into each other’s eyes.