Chapter 6

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I wake up at noon, not because of the alarm clock, but because of mild anxiety. What caused it? Maybe this is how the body recovers from drinking alcohol? By the way, I feel good. My head doesn't hurt, which is quite strange after drinking so much rum. Although, why is this strange? I always felt good the morning after the liver holiday, it never enjoys this holiday like I do. Silly, it doesn't understand that youth is not eternal... But, in general, I try to take care of it. Sometimes it turns out worse. 

It's three o'clock in the afternoon. How much did I spend yesterday? I need to give some of the money to Arthur, the bill is too big. How much money do I have left? Will there be anything to give? I urgently need to check the balance on my bank card. While I'm entering the password, a not very pleasant figure emerges in my mind, I can already guess how small it is. Damn! Come on! It's even smaller than I pictured in my mind! God, what to live for... This is the core of morning anxiety. The first thing that comes to mind is to look for a job. It's a strange thought, it's never occurred to me before, hmmm...this is such an unusual feeling. Look for a job...I've never ever worked in my life. Yes, the feeling is strange, but not frightening. I was mentally prepared for it, because I had been shouting so loudly to my dad for a whole year that I would go to work and support myself, that the time just come for my words to turn into action. But the most important question is what to do? I don't even have any ideas at all. I am confident that I can learn to do many things. Do employers train their employees Oh-h... I'm not good at this. Well, nothing, there's nothing I can't figure out, except maybe the instructions for pills. I still ask my mom what is for what, how much and when to take. And this is more likely not because of my inability to figure it out on your own, but because of my reluctance. For some reason, I feel like minutes of my life are wasted when I go through the instructions. Why do I feel this way? Because I know that I will ask my mom this question and I will get an answer to it very quickly. Why then spend a lot of time reading the instructions? But I definitely won't be able to ask my mom the question of where to go to work. "I'm independent, I know everything myself," an inner voice scoffs. The simplest thing in this situation is to open a website with advertisements. I'll do that, stop thinking. But what about studying? Classes are during the daytime and last until eight in the evening sometimes. I won't be able to work during the daytime. So where does it leave me? Do I only have the nighttime free for this? When should I sleep? So, the task becomes more complicated. Well, wait! How do millions of students combine work and study? This means it's all real, I just need to look for it. The website with advertisements loads, and the first one falls under my gaze: 'dishwasher at the Everest nightclub'. Never! That is off the table! More. 'Personal driver', hmmm...interesting, but I drive a car worse than a motorcycle, there's no need to take risks. 'Pastry chef at Baikal Cafe'. With my cooking skills, I can only stand at the stove at home, this job doesn't appeal to me at all, and I don't want to learn it. Lots of waiter vacancies for students. Well, no-o-o! I don't want to serve dishes and clean up dirty plates! I treat waiters with respect and always leave generous tips, but I don't want to try on their role! Let's search further! 

Oh, hostess. An unfamiliar word, I've never heard it before. But the salary for this vacancy is very attractive. Ok Google, what is a hostess? 

It means the lady of the house. Hmmm, I already have a satisfied smile on my face. A hostess is the face of a company, whose task is to meet guests in restaurants, hotels, and at large exhibitions and conferences. Hostesses should look attractive, be hospitable and attentive. 

Do you need to meet people? Pfft! Easily! Perfect! It fits me! Where is the phone number? I need to call them urgently! Quickly moving my fingers over the touch keyboard, I start the call. The second ring, and an unknown girl picks up the phone, asking my age, and immediately, without hesitation, she schedules me an interview for this evening. Without having time to think and ask at least some questions, I agree. Of course, I agreed without asking any questions. Yes, I don't even know what to ask, I've never had such a conversation, and her determination caught me off guard.

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