Three Hours of Life That Cannot Be Regained

Three Hours of Life That Cannot Be Regained

How fortunate could a person be when Kenneth King of ArkanStar Marketing came interviewing for prospective employees at National Park Community College? On January 23rd

The opportunity to try for a position that was listed as, Sales, Graphic Design and Web Design stirred up the interest of not only me, but many others on campus.

Preparing for the interview was a snap dressed for success and resume in hand prepared for the 11 am appointment. As Mr. King entered the career center a sense of disappointment washed over the room like a black cloud. To say the gentleman was unkempt and disorganized would be kind to him as he fumbled through some plain vanilla file folders to pass out generic job applications to those gathered around the table.

Not to let an opportunity slide past onwards I went, knowing if nothing else that an interview of the chosen career could be gained from this man. Taking command of the table, the resume was presented ignoring the job applications with prewritten qualifications that I knew he wanted. Like bass taking bait, he was hooked and asked for a meeting in his office for after that afternoon, which was granted to him.

Showing up 20 minutes before the scheduled appointment, a phone call was received from Mr. King stating he would be at least 30 minutes late. Already wary from the previous encounter on campus I had to laugh with an "Imagine that," statement to myself. Spending the next forty minutes adjusting the art work, graphic files on the laptop and smoke cigarettes, I waited.

Once Mr. King had arrived we entered his 'NEW OFFICE,' a rented section of a strip mall between a pool hall and doughnut shop. Entering I almost turned around to flee, A large room with fresh placed used carpet that appeared to be held down by the arrangement of junk along the walls, not a picture, poster or anything on the walls, bare and as cold as the man's emotions. Onwards though we ventured to the back area through a dimly lite hallway to his personal office, a place that was more cluttered than my own tool shed.

As he managed to fake interest in the art work presented to him, I turned the computer on and initiated the program that would show off the graphic designs and web site work that had indeed requested to see earlier. While he obviously faked interest looking at these subjects I took the lead and began asking him questions of concern for the type of business he was starting up.

Advertising is a harsh game, even harsher as a startup business. Immediately I tossed out one of the many questions, "How long have you been doing this particular business format?" Avoiding the question he offered me advertising magazines from other states which seemed to have the same key name such as CarolStar Marketing and WashStar Marketing.

The banter passed back and forth for

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