The Eternal Intern (Contemporary Romantic Comedy) by Roman Koidl

you doing now? Looking for a job? ,” he asked.
    “Actually, I was thinking of applying to radio stations and enrolling in school”.
    “School? You mean University? I never regret that I started to study business. Any idea what?,” he asked.
    “Psychology or Law. Not sure yet ,” I replied looking around the room.
    “Well that’s good. But I don’t see you as a lawyer. Why law? ,” he asked puzzled.
    “Studying law doesn’t mean you have to become a lawyer. It opens up all kinds of other possibilities ,” I explained, “We will see where it takes me,” I continued taking a last sip from my beer before I headed back home not sure what my future has to offer for me.

Chapter 6
    My foot in the door
     
    I started to get used to being home again. I was sending out several applications to radio stations, magazines, and TV stations. Additionally, I enrolled in law school. I never had a strong passion for law but I truly believed that it was a smart idea. As the semester started I got excited about living the life of a student. I was only 20 and still had so much time to accomplish my goals. But if law was one of them, I wasn’t sure.
    Eventually, I got an invitation to interview for a local radio station in my city. Radio Express. They were fairly new and were looking for DJ's. The day of the interview arrived and I was very nervous about it. After Africa this was for me the next step in my career. I took the train to the interview. For one and a half hours I was sitting in that train reading my short resume over and over again. I was imagining questions they could ask me and tried to come up with the perfect answer. I wanted to impress them big time. My older brother always said to me, if you make an impression make it a lasting one. One that they won't forget that soon. That is what I wanted to give them at the interview. I saw this interview as my foot in the door.
    Finally, I arrived at this small village in the middle of nowhere. Besides the train station there was a tiny bakery and some houses. I went along the long road that led through the village. I stopped in front of an old baroque church and crossed myself. I never did this in the past before. But I really wanted the radio DJ gig. And being a son of an Irish mother it's hard to pass a church without having any sort of spiritual feelings.
    I kept on walking down the road for the next few minutes as I finally arrived at my destination. Williams St. No. 5. The address of Radio Express . It didn't really look like a typical building a radio station would occupy. It was a regular residential house. Two stories high with a dark wooden balcony. Just as I grabbed the knob of the gate to get to the main door a man in his forties arrived on his bicycle. He was about my height. I would say 5 foot 9. His hair was blown by the wind in every possible direction. He stepped off the bike, passed me and leaned his bicycle against the house wall next to the main door. He had a heavy brown leather bag hanging down the rear of the bike. He looked like a typical school teacher. He rang the doorbell and waited. I was confused. I stood there for a while to see what would happen.
    An older lady opened the door and let him in. After he went inside I waited another 2 minutes and then as well approached the main door and rang the same doorbell. Standing there and waiting I was thinking about the man. Is he an employee or maybe a resident of the house?
    The door opened and in front of me was again the very same man.
    “Hi, I am Patrick. I am here for the interview,” I introduced myself.
    “Hi Patrick, we were expecting you. I’m Steven. Please, come on in ,” the man replied with a smile.
    He stepped aside and lifted his arm into the hallway as a gesture to invite me in.
    “Go straight ahead and at the end take a right,” he guided me.
    I was in a regular house ! I walked along the short corridor passing a bedroom and a kitchen. The wall was full of children’s pictures.