I am not sure if I should say goodbye to Amanda, which is why I don't. I know—how brave of me right? I just grab my things, hug Emily, wave at Charlotte and leave.
Sometimes it's just good to be gone and she'll notice soon enough. Rest of the day is me applying for the randomest jobs I find on Craigslist—everything from SEO intern, nanny, home sitter, marketing to even bartender—I have it covered. After sending out my resume with a generic cover letter to more than 90 jobs, I apply on Indeed and Monster.com.
I am hoping I'll hear back soon enough, at least frpart-time time company until I figure out something more permanent. I can't afford New York otherwise.
Still no reply from Liam and it's 5:30. He usually texts me around this time, I am started to get worried. What if the Instagram thing is making him rethink the thing we have? What if this is it—he's taken in by all the comments he read online and realizes that he is way out of my league?
Is he having second thoughts about us?
I want to pull my hair out—this waiting for him to get back to me is the worse feeling in the world. I look at my phone once again and nothing.
I apply for the social media coordinator position in midtown, I can do social media. My phone rings and it's not a private number, my heart sinks a little.
"Hello."
"Is this Mia?"
"Yes, who is this?"
"This is Jason. You applied for the bartender position and I was wondering if you would like to come in tomorrow morning to discuss this further." How do I always get the one job I am inept to do? Out of all the others I could have gotten—I get this one.
"Sure, where are you guys located?"
"We are 5 minutes away from Herald Square metro station. Let me text you the exact address."
"Sure, what time do you want me to come in?"
"Can you do 11?"
"Yes, I can."
"We'll see you then Mia. Bubye"
The line goes blank and don't ask me how I feel. I am numb, my brain is still processing the day.
I look up the address he just texted me and it looks like a casual bar with Australian food and beer on tap. I am not sure if I want this job, hope,fully I'll hear back from other companies in the time being. Everybody struggles after college—I knew this job was too good to be true.
I hear the door open and thank god Hannah is home. With all the overthinking I've been doing lately about not getting back to me, I need my best friend to plot his murder. Even before she's in the door, I run to the living room.
"So, I quit, haven't emailed Amanda yet."
"You told me all that on phone," she says as she holds up a bottle of wine and some Oreos up for me.
"And I got an interview for a bartender position and Liam still hasn't texted back."
"That's weird and what bartender, Mia you never cease to surprise me. I was expecting waterworks not a new job so soon." Me too.
After painting my nails, doing a facemask and repainting my nails because I don't like the earlier color—I still can't stop looking at my phone. Is it too much to ask for a text back? Hannah pours the wine for us and I chug it. Yeah, I'll never be the lady that drinks wine slowly from a glass barely full enjoying the aroma and shit. I am trying to get drunk not look pretty. Hannah passes me the bottle and I take massive gulps.
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Romantizm"What else do you want me to say, Mia?" "Did you mean it?" There is a pause and I just-I feel exhausted, the kind that 12 hours of sleep hasn't been able to fix. "Hannah said I don't deserve to be loved, is that how you feel too?" She might not ha...
