I get up. I'm sort of drowsy, but it's 8:00. At 10, I have an interview. Oh god! I overslept!
Now I'll be late, there's no time to do anything. I won't be able to do my makeup, but then I won't look professional enough! Maybe a little eyeliner. And mascara..
This... this might work?
I quickly turn on the shower, super hot, peel off my clothes, then get in. I wash my hair. Luckily, I thought ahead and shaved last night.
8:30...
NO No no! That was an unrequired 15 minutes wasted. I put on my clothes for the interview. Just casual dress. What if that resembled that I'm too casual?
I change into a more professional dress, but what if that's too serious?
I changed back into the first one. My friend got a job wearing jeans, so this should be okay, right?
I rush to put my eye makeup on. It takes 15 minutes. 8:53... crap.
I sit patiently in my car for about a half hour going over the questions in my head.
Why do you want this job? Because I think I can help.
What makes you think you're qualified? I do this kind of work all the time.
Do you have any questions for me? Yes, do you enjoy your work?
I'm a half hour early. Why isn't anyone here? Why am I too early?
YOU ARE READING
From My Eyes
Short StoryThis is about all the different illness's and the people going through a normal day. This is how they interpret the world and how it looks in their eyes. These are short stories of people in their own average days, but with their thoughts.
