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Chapter 1: WUSYANAME

We can sit and talk
You can tell me everything that's on your chest, baby, get it off
You are my type, you a bright light
I'm like a moth, this is not a game (this is not a game)
But before we start (before I say)

What's your name, girlfriend, what's your name? (Check it out)- Tyler The Creator, YoungBoyNBA, Ty Dolla $ign WUSYANAME

I have never been one for first meets. I enjoy getting to know new people but have a crippling fear of introducing myself to them. Especially when I am asked anything that has to do with myself or my future goals or why I need a job. Unfortunately, due to my outstanding courage, or my lack thereof, I am facing my own demons head on. It has been only 6 months since I had completed my bachelor's degree at The University of Georgia; and I am sick of reintroducing myself to a thousand CEO's or COO's or bosses or whatever they'd like to call their gallant leader of their company. With my bachelor's degree in Marketing, I feel all tangled in the sticky web of Indeed and countless interviews that end with an email stating "At this time we have decided to move forward with a candidate who more closely matches the skills..." and blah. You get the gust of it. It is embarrassing. I keep coming to these interviews just to end up even more lost than when I showed up. It has been intensely discouraging to say the least. 

I had been working my ass off in school so I could graduate and live the life I had always wanted. In my head, right now I am three years behind schedule.  I should be living in New York or Chicago, living in my brand-new loft! I should already have paid off this piece of shit 2015 Nissan that has been hit about thirty times already due to the not so considerate drivers of Georgia. I am also so sick and tired of working at my crappy server job. I was just ready for the next phase of my life. I keep thinking to myself, "all you have to do is get a job in your career field", but I never knew it would be this hard. I have spent countless summers and hours dedicating myself to internships and different workshops to hone in on my skills. Needless to say, it is starting to all feel like a waste of time. At least I still have this interview...

"Ms. Sparks, thank you for taking time out of your schedule to join us. We have been anticipating you all morning. Before we jump right in, would you like water or tea or coffee?" The man that is hosting my interview asks holding up his own coffee mug that read "Today is a New Day". That felt symbolic in a way. 

"Oh, thank you sir. I am okay for now, unless I start a panic in my head, then I might need water. But for now, I am good." I smiled a smile I knew that could have only been as creepy as a killer clown. 

"Well, as long as you pace your breathing and realize that this is just an interview, you'll be fine. Shake all the nerves away and please let me know when you'd like to get started." He reassured me. 

Just an interview? Just an interview? I think he meant this is my life. He is sitting there in a suit I know costs at least $5,000 and a pair of crocodile oxfords. His suit was a maroon color that was velvet. The inside of the suit was seamed with silk, he had it pressed to perfection. His shoes were polished and I could practically see my reflection in them.  Whereas I am sitting in a navy-blue dress that was a smidge too tight, I bought from Shein for $30 and the same shoes my mom had bought me for my very first internship in my junior year of college. And, he has the nerve to say it's just an interview? This is my life! I couldn't reveal all of this to a stranger I just met though. I shook off the thoughts that were taunting me and decided, hey, maybe he is right. It is in the bag. 

I nervously laugh, "Yeah, you're right. Just an interview, let's do this!"

"Love your confidence Ms. Sparks. Now first question, what is a marketing campaign or trend that has caught your eye this past year?" And from there, I just tried believing in myself. I felt like the man sitting across from me did too. So, I took a leap of faith.