Maggie In The Middle

The Job Interview

~Carries P.O.V~

"And you're gonna hear me roarrrrr"

I laughed at my terrible singing.

Ah who cares? Nobody can hear me.

"You helped me down but I got up HEY! already brushing off the dust"

I sang lightly to myself, tapping my finger on the steering wheel. Stuck in traffic. It was 9.15 and my interview was at 10. I was so nervous.

What if I don't get the job?

I mean a stupid little office job in the upper east. If I don't get it, what chance do I have of changing my life?

I was so miserable. I didn't want to end up like my father. Having nothing to live for, just drinking away any money I got. Not having a job, a house. I didn't want that. I despised my father growing up. He made my life a living hell.

I hate him.

I missed my mum.

I snapped out of my thoughts as the traffic started to move. I decided to call Bryan to get my mind off things.

Riiing Riiing Riiing.

"Hello?" a husky voice answered.

"Hey, It's Carrie" I answered.

"Where the hell did you go last night?" he slightly raised his voice, startling me.

"I went to Vincent's to pick up my cheque. What's it to you?" I answered, defensively.

"It has everything to do with me you stupid bitch. What were you doing at his?" He hissed.

"Picking up my cheque, you ass! He's my boss!" I answered sternly, trying not to yell back.

"Right" he just answered.

There was a moment of silence.

"I'm on my way to a job interview" I said, breaking the awkwardness.

"For what?" he asked.

"Just a shitty office job, better where I am now" I answered.

"I prefer where you are now baby" he answered playfully.

I rolled my eyes.

"Fuck off" I said, joking.

"Yeah I do, it turns me on" he whispered.

I felt sick.

"Mmhmm okay" I just answered.

"What's wrong baby? Have time to come over and remind me where you work?" he teased.

I felt even more sick. And ashamed.

"Fuck you Bryan" I answered and hung up the phone.

What an ass.

I arrived at the building and parked my car in the staff lot. I might as well. There is a possibility that I could be staff. I smiled to myself. Maybe I was a little too confident.

I strutted like a model over to the receptionist. I wanted to make an impression.

"Hi. Carrie Evans. I'm here for my job interview" I confidently said to the stressed out looking lady behind the desk.

~Maggie's P.O.V~

Thank God work was over today. I was getting really tired but I looked forward to seeing Casey. It had been a while and we really needed quality time.