Sadie Williams.
Take a deep breath, Sadie. You've got this.
It's just an interview...it's not like your financial stability depends on it. Right?
I've been staring at my outfit for about five minutes now. It's giving casual businesswoman on her way to pick up her kid, who is the smartest in the class, up from school.
Except my child's a rabbit.
The simple skinny jeans paired with the black blazer top make me look smart and independent.
I straighten the jacket and take a deep breath.
"For Max," I nodded at myself and walked out of my room. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed my résumé off the counter. The folder was filled with pictures of the city, the cafe, and my most recent works, the album cover ideas.
We haven't decided on one just yet, but there are so many good choices. I grabbed my keys and tucked the folder under my elbow.
"Bruce," I made loud kissing noises and he came barreling around the corner. I bent down, petting between his ears.
"Mommy has something very important to do today," he rested his paws on my knees. "This could go good or bad, so just in case it goes really bad, please don't ruin the apartment. Okay?" I said pleading.
I stood up and took another big, deep breath.
It's on.
I walked out of the door and walked down the long hallway. The nerves started to build in my stomach as I made my way down to the main floor.
When I got outside the cool breeze immediately made me feel better. I closed my eyes and soaked it in for a moment.
I walked towards my car, my heeled boots clicking on the concrete.
I yanked on my car door handle and climbed into the driver's seat. I jammed the keys in the ignition and the engine roared. I clicked on the radio and put the car into drive.
My portfolio was in the passenger seat, waiting for its big moment.
I came upon a red light, putting my foot on the break. I heard something slide next to me and looked over.
Shit, just my luck huh?
The folder slid off the seat and my pictures fell out of it, onto the car floor.
"Goddamnit," I rolled my eyes as the light turned green. I looked at the car in front of me, trying to time what I was about to do.
I took a deep breath and reached over. I kept peaking up at the road as I stretched to reach the papers strung out on the floor.
I looked back up at the rode and the car in front of me stopped.
"Shit!" I slammed on the breaks, but I wasn't fast enough. My car rammed into the back of the car in front of me.
I immediately put my car in park, opening my door. I stepped out of my car, slapping my hand on my forehead and the man got out of his car.
"Are you fucking crazy? What were you doing, lady?" He threw his hands in the air.
"I am so sorry." I shook my head. "My portfolio fell, and I tried to grab it. I should've just waited until I got to my interview," I was trying to explain.
"Listen I don't care about your life story, look what you did to my damn car," he pointed at the collision.
It was bad.
