Desember 1st
I stare up at the rusty sign above the door; "Victor's Video Shop". Someone has spray painted what looks like Elvis on the glass front door, and the "Welcome in" sign is covered in snow, just like the entire of Jacksons Bells today. I wipe my arm over it, before taking a deep breath and opening up the door to the shop.
Once I get in, warm air heats up my face as my eyes scan the massive room. I haven't been here since probably elementary school, and a storm of nostalgia hits me.
This place used to be big, not just in size. Every Friday the shop was packed of people. Me and my friends used to come here after school, and stay for almost an hour, searching for movies we were going to buy and watch together, while pointing proudly at the one's we'd already watched.
Mom used to take me and my brother Cooper every Saturday, as an unspoken tradition of ours. Then we would go home and watch the movie, eating popcorn or ice cream.
But then modern days came, with Netflix and HBO and everything else. We still watch movies on Saturdays, only the tradition of buying one in "Victor's Video Shop" ended.
I wonder if anyone comes here at all anymore?
On my way home from school today, I suddenly found myself outside of the video store, staring at a big red poster stuck to the window, reading "Now Hiring".
Which, in my currently complicated situation, felt like a sign from above.
After walking the aisles up and down a few minutes, trying to force myself to become confident, I start walking up to the counter.
A man with messy gray hair sits there, with glasses far down on his nose. Once he hears me, he rises to his feet immediately and a big smile form on his face. "Hi!" He says loudly. "How can I help you?"
I rub my hands into each other, before pointing back at the "hiring" sign on the window. "I saw that you are hiring and wanted to apply for the job." I smile, wondering if this was how people do this, just walking into a store asking for the job.
The next couple of minutes proves me right. "That's great," Victor smiles, taking a step out of the desk before he goes into the back room and comes out dragging a chair with him. "I could take your interview now, if you're okay with that."
"Sure," I say and sit down on the office chair he got me.
He seems a bit unsure as to where to begin, but soon he looks up at me with a smile again. "Why do you want to work here?"
Okay, I've got this.
"I just feel wanted to earn some money. And you know, get some experience in the work field. It's a good thing to start early, right?" I laugh a little and he nods.
"Yeah, smart girl. Wait how old are you?"
I freeze for a little moment trying to remember if there is an age limit for working in shops. I feel like the number is either sixteen or eighteen, but will he even believe me if go as far as saying eighteen?
"I'm sixteen," I lie, a bit shocked at myself for lying this early to who I hope will become my boss.
He breaths out, a bit heavily. "Good."
So I guess it was sixteen then.
"Do you like movies?" he hesitantly asks me.
"Very much."
"Good."
"And how often can you work here?"
I think for a moment, wondering if I'm going to regret this. "Every day, honestly. That would be no problem at all."
