I walk in and sit down in the waiting room for what I hope will be a short wait. Bare legs, no stockings, high heels, and short skirt. I pick up a magazine to make the time go quickly, but start tapping my toes, crossing and uncrossing my legs and jiggling my calves with impatience. I start to amuse myself, toying with the men who can't take their eyes off my legs, as each minute goes by. Finally, they call my name and I get up and leave the room to my interview.