Sariah is strategic.
She has a religion. She follows rules. She knows what she wants. After finishing high school, she graduated in the top five percent of her class at university and is now embarking on her newest, most exciting journey; working...
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I picked up the red pencil skirt I bought two weeks ago from 'La Playa,' the only French store in town, and assessed whether it would make for a good first appearance. The paillettes running diagonally from the zip to the slit at the front had my mouth watering when I passed by the store's display window on my way home. I had zero intentions of getting any garments that day but the way the light reflected from the sparkly material left no residual thoughts on the matter. I knew I had to get it.
I decided on wearing it, a red jacket, and a white heart print V-neck blouse for my job interview today. Dressing to impress for the first day is so important to me because holding a position at 'The Piffler,' is not only my biggest dream but it feels almost as if it's still a dream. Having just finished college, I have no experience in the accounting field and I'm a little scared that my incognizance will jeopardise the position I've got.
Nevertheless, Mark Twain said, 'The secret of getting ahead is getting started.'
I stepped outside of my apartment and into the bustling mess of the city. The chill that ran up my leg pushed thoughts of instant regret, anxiety, and fear into my mind.
"Going downtown?" a taxi man shouted at me, coming 70 miles per hour down the stretch. I pushed out my hand indicating that I am, and he pulled to a stop two houses from my apartment.
Maybe it's the speed of the taxi, or the frequent swerving that had my nerves eating away at my sanity, but throughout the whole ride I was fighting to keep my breakfast down.
A few minutes away from the office, I pulled out my cell phone and sent a quick text to my older brother.
Sariah: Singh, is this really happening?
A few seconds later, Singh: I knew you would've had second thoughts, (rolls eyes emoji) Yes Sara, you're working at The Piffler now.
Sariah: I can't believe this, I'm so nervous.
Singh: Don't be. You've got this.
Sariah: Do I?
Singh: No one else got it like you do.
I smiled, Sariah: Thanks Singhy.
Singh: Go show 'em S.
The taxi finally reached the town, dropping me 30 seconds away from The Piffler, and my eyes gazed lovingly at the magnificently sculptured building. When I first saw it, I was shocked and struck at how striking and pristine it looked. The building was simply beautiful. The shocking green-grey themed exterior matched with the modern technological look separated the building from all the other mundane, outdated office buildings that surrounded it. It rose metres up in the air, and on a sunny day, the top disappeared into the rays of the sun. The front of The Piffler has glass windows going all the way to the top with a few green colored elevators undulating in synchronism. The building is metres wide and holds at least 35 floors. Given its unusual height and unique design, it stood out immensely in the pool of the surrounding cavernous buildings.
