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It's the Monday which means I have a job interview! Yay! I'm not gonna be broke anymore. My interview is at a random restaurant and I'm super excited. I read the description and I match perfectly the pay also isn't to bad so it's a perfect fit.

I get ready by doing some light makeup, nothing to special and combing through my hair. Then I also throw on a pair of baggy jeans and a white top and get into my white sneakers.

I live in an Apartment in the middle of Munich so traffic is at its peak right now, I am guessing there is a football game as a bunch of people with FC Bayern München jerseys come my way.

I don't really have anything to do with football in my eyes it's just some men kicking a ball to each other for 90 minutes.

I walk through the downtown of Munich and I already spot the restaurant. It looks closed but I still give it a try and look, it's open. I enter the restaurant and my first impression is that it looks very modern there is a lot of black furniture and yellowish led light, not what I would go for in a restaurant but sure.

"Hello?" I call out. Nothing. I try it again nothing. Uhm okay? Weird. I walk towards two dibble doors and push them open, as I guessed it was the kitchen there was an older lady cooking," Excuse me? I'm here for the job interview." I say, she lifts her head up and signals with her head to a door opposite of where I'm standing. I mumble a quick thank you and make my way to the door.

I knock at the door and I hear a 'come in'. I open the door and there is an office at the end of the office is a desk which seems oddly familiar, I think I saw it at ikea.

Behind the desk is a middle aged woman, she seems to be around 50, blond hair and no offence, but a bit chubby. She looks at me bored. "Hello , I'm Isabella York and I'm here for the job interview. Thank you for having me" She glaces at me ne gestures for me to take a seat in front of her desk.

"Mhm, so why do you want to work here?"

" I always loved the restaurant industry my mom actually was a chef at a restaurant and teaches me a lot of skills on how to interact with customers"

She glances at her watch, " Do you have any actual experience?"

" Well my mom teached me on ha w to interact with customers but I haven't actually worked in a restaurant."

" Unfortunately we only hire people with experience, so you can go now."

"Oh well thank you for you time " I say before standing up and leaving.

This was my third interview and probably also my last, every restaurant if been to said they are only looking for people with experience, but like how am I supposed to get experience if I every job already requires experience?

My phone rings, it's Lisa, my best friend. I answer the call,

"Hey girl, guess what?"

"What ?"

" I got tickets!" She shrieks

"Tickets? For what?"

"Oh you don't know? To this exclusive club and I thought that we could go there and you know maybe we'll see someone hot"

" I don't know, I just had my interview and it didn't go well"

"Oh come on. It's gonna be fun"

"I don't know Lisa, I'm really not in the mood"

"Don't be boring Isi, meet me at 8 at the club I'll text you the address."

With that she hangs up, since a couple of months she has become a bit weird and seems to get annoyed at me easily and I don't know why, but I don't think about it further.

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