Listen, I’ll
be late back on Monday.
Again?!
No, it’s
not what you think.
Yeah?
I’ve an
interview.
I didn’t
know you were looking for a change, dearest.
Well, no.
It isn’t that kind of interview.
Really? What
kind then?
It is
a job interview, but I’m not a serious candidate.
What? Then
why are you going?
Oh because I’m a filler.
What’s a
filler?
There’s
this big shot over to recruit some fin props for his company. Anupam has to
line up some authentic looking candidates, he asked me to help out. So I’ll be
dropping in after work. Can’t refuse a friend in a spot.
Oh I see.
Pity. There was this play on…
I’ll tell
Anupam to wiggle my name in early. Don’t want to be stuck there forever. But I
might be late.
Okay.
***
There’s a
bit of a problem.
Now what?
My name’s
got through to the second round.
So? Why’s
that a problem?
It’s a
waste of time. His and mine. More his than mine.
I thought
you were doing it for Anupam?
Yeah, I am.
But it’s a pain all the same.
***
Why are you
looking like a nuclear disaster?
Dreadful
thing’s happened - I got the job! Soon as I walked in he made me an offer.
Asked if I had a passport. I was dumbfounded! What am I going to do now?
Did you call
Anupam? It’s his mess. He ought to get you out of it. Hang on, passport?? Where
is this job?
I’ve never
even heard of it. Have you? Some place
called Bahrain.
Yeah,
vaguely. Don't know anything about it though.
I don’t
know where in the world it is!
Well, look
it up in the atlas then. What are you going to do? Accept?
What do you
think I am, crazy? How -? Never thought about going abroad at all. Not plan A.
Not B or C even.
***
So
naturally, six months later we were here.
Best-laid
schemes o’ mice and men. Gang aft agley.
We were experts at agley.
Still are.
