Henry nervously stares across the desk at Ms. Willington as she slowly thumbs through the pages of his resume. She finally smiles, then looks up and catches his gaze.
“This is very impressive. Looks like you’ve had a ton of experience in database management.”
“Yes. Just shy of 12 years.”
She smiles again and leans forward. “So here’s the old cliché question: What do you want to be doing in 5 years?”
Henry’s eyes fall to the medical report poking up from his inside jacket pocket, the words “Stage 3 Pancreatic Cancer” spilling off the top.
“Living,” he replies.
“This is very impressive. Looks like you’ve had a ton of experience in database management.”
“Yes. Just shy of 12 years.”
She smiles again and leans forward. “So here’s the old cliché question: What do you want to be doing in 5 years?”
Henry’s eyes fall to the medical report poking up from his inside jacket pocket, the words “Stage 3 Pancreatic Cancer” spilling off the top.
“Living,” he replies.
