第三篇： Mistaken identity

MY first job-hunting moment? the worst? is still fresh in my mind.

The office building was huge and it took me quite some time to figure out where the elevator was before I could get to the door of the studying abroad consulting company. I had already made it halfway inside the office when I remembered to step back and knock at the door. Only one employee raised his head, so I headed for him. I wonder if you need a translator or interpreter? was the mosquitos voice that slipped from my throat. Even I myself didnt know what I was talking about.

As his routine, he welcomed me and inquired about which country I was interested in. Three minutes later, he finally found out what this shy and blushing girl was doing there. Then he gave me a glass of water and showed me to the manager who had overheard our conversation. My trembling hand spilled out some water just as the manager approached from behind. I looked up and saw a frown and a serious face? Jesus? it was my former English teacher! Oh, its you! he blurted out.

I was so ashamed.

By Zhu Ye, Beijing