Man in Red

This was it, something I wanted to do all my life, at least I thought it was. This job interview was the only one of it’s kind, and I couldn’t miss yet alone allow anyone to take my place. I was packed and ready to go.

Outside the main building I saw a tall man mostly dressed in red

enjoying a cigarette. 

Due to me cheerful, confident mood I was in, I spoke to the red man “Good day sir.” “Why hallo,” was replied. Without having any intention to stop and chat, I wanted to proceed inside. “Where you going,” the red man spoke again. I stopped, I didn’t have to rush anyway, a short chat would be fine. I faced the man in red who seemed friendly enough.

We had a chat for a while, so long I forgot to keep track of time. The man

treated me with courtesy and good humor. I eventually told him about my job interview for the job of my dreams, which he seemed to take a huge interest in.

“So you’ll like this job?” “I think I will,” I said with clear uncertainty but that might be because I was getting nervous again talking with others about it. “You think? sir this job might be your career, there might nothing after this.” I was slightly baffled a keen this red man wanted to talk about this, but it did get me thinking. “Do you love working for this job?” he asked. “Well there is a lot of work to do usually, but the outcome is always worth it.” The red man raised his eyebrow, “Success is not the outcome mate, it’s the process of doing what you love.” I started to feel quite malleable from these man’s words, did I actually enjoy this job. I mean the outcome I wanted the most but maybe that’s not what I should want. “Look sir, I didn’t mean to make things difficult, I just thought off..” “No it’s alright,” I interrupted. “It just seems that you might want be more confident with this?” said the red man. “I suppose so.” I wasn’t looking at him anymore I was in deep thought. “Can you always come back another day?” he asked me. “Yes I should be able to.” “Why not think about it then.”

I couldn’t believe what I was doing, I had left the man in red behind as

well as my job interview for the sake of not being certain. I made my long way home, confident with my choice but uncertain about my sacrifice.  I could have had the job I always wanted but never took the chance to get it. I felt fortitude but I suffered from the pain of regret. Did I make the right choice.

Back at the interview and found out that the worst had happened. The job had just been given to a Mr. Redford who turned out to be none other than the man in red. I couldn’t believe it, what a devious personae that man had, I had lost all I hoped for, at least for today. I had realized that going home was the stupidest decision as I realized that the process of making the outcome was what I loved about this job. Thinking I could still make it I had failed to do so, I sulkily went home to start everything again.