Interview

I find myself
In an imposing boardroom
Lined in oak
For a job interview
On the long table in front of me
Is a sheaf of papers
I rummage through
(I) come across a brief, a job description
But haven’t time to read further
As the door opens
The interviewer turns out to be
The raincheck
Ex-prime minister
She sits down next to me
I forget who she is
Immediately
The questions she asks are very vague
I forget them too
I mumble vague responses
Question 10 is very clear:
«Leo, which British monarch do you most identify with, and why?»
I reply, with conviction
«(Qu)ee (n) Victoria»
I lied, I am very embarrassed. Before I can apologise, the raincheck gets up
and leaves the room. She is obviously upset by my tactless insult