Column: The Interview

I was sitting at the drive-in window at the A&W/KFC in Whitehall last when a memory I had blocked out for good reason resurfaced and I really wish it wouldn't have.

As I sat waiting for my Papa Burger, I was reminded of my first job interview and it instantly made me want to roll the window and spew. This is probably the first time I had thought about this wretched 15 minutes of my life since I had interview number two.

I was a 15-year-old sophomore in high school and was encouraged to get a job for the summer so near the end of the school year I decided to start glancing the want ads in th...