Meet Stephanie Lynn Ryder, an almost 21-year-old girl behind on rent, works at a diner for $350 a week and has an oblivious boyfriend who only wants her for the money she makes to buy drugs. Let's just say he gets abusive when she doesn't give him h...
I wake up to my alarm. Yayy. The start of a brand new day. Somebody shoot me. Then I remember, I have that interview to go to. Someone shoot me again.
I go to the bathroom and wash up, trying to make myself look presentable. I do my hair like this:
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I put on my clothes:
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And then Tara offers to do my nails for me, and it was nothing too flashy. I was trying to impress him with who I am as a person, not my nails. She claims that they were ok, but I think they came out amazing:
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I don't put on any make-up, because I, as I said before, want to impress him with who I am, not my face.
I eat the breakfast that Tara made for me earlier and catch a taxi to Mason Enterprises. I arrive with 5 minutes to spare. So, I'm rushing out of the car, and into the building.
There, I find Maria-Rose, a sweet little old lady sitting at the front desk. She directs me to the 20th floor in which the interviews will be held. The elevator was taken what seemed like forever for a man, so I ran up the stairs. It's a good thing I did track in high school. I get to the 20th floor with a minute to be spared, I check in with yet another secretary, and sat down. Here goes nothing.
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Name after name was called, and yet mine wasn't. I plug in my earbuds because I didn't want to hear about how sexy or hot Mr. Mason was, I just wanted to get the job.
