Let's Mix Business With Pleasure

chapter 2

Chapter 2

I rush to the kitchen towards my phone as hear my ringtone blasting. I look at my screen and see the name “Shithead” plastered on it. Ugh, why won’t he leave me alone? It’s been close to month since I broke off the engagement, but Drew won’t give it up. I’ve been to a few interviews for potential job offers, but it seems like the only person my phone is accepting calls from is my whore of an ex-fiancé. 

I don’t even know what to do anymore. I can’t keep asking my parents to pay for the rent to the tiny apartment I got after I broke it off with Drew. I need a job. I went to a job interview today for a huge company, but I doubt I would be able to get it. There were maybe six beautiful professionals standing in line with me and I know that if you want to work in this company you have to look good due to the amount of publicity the company receives. The lady who interviewed me told me I should be getting call today that would tell me if I got the position or not.

I look down at the time on my phone. 10:09 pm.  Surely they’ve already picked someone to fill the spot and waiting for the last minute to call everyone who didn’t.  I don’t know how much longer I can keep my eyes open for. I had to wake up extra early for my interview this morning. Setting myself on my couch, I drift off to sleep, drowning out the sound of the TV.

The next morning I found myself crumbled up into a ball on the couch. I stretch out my sore limbs and check my phone as it buzzed again. Hmm, 6 new voicemails. “First message, hey baby, you weren’t answering my calls so I thought you weren’t feeling well. I got you some flow---message erased."

"Next message. Hey babe I wanted to wish you a good night---- message erased."

"Next message. Angie I’m getting worried, please pick up the --- message erased."

"Next message. Good evening Ms. Collins, I’m calling from Walker and Son to inform you that you definitely qualify for this position and we are hoping to see you here tomorrow at 9 am sharp. Have a good night.”

Holy shit I got the job! I got the job! I look down at my phone, stopping my awkward and sad Chandler Bing dance imitation and check the time. I have exactly an hour to shower, get dressed and get there on time. After taking the fastest shower humanly possible, I pull out my black knee length pencil skirt, a cute pink blouse and topped it off with some two inch heels.

After straightening my hair I realize I have 20 minutes to spare and it takes 10 minutes to get to the office. Deciding to stop by Starbucks, I make my way around the block.

When I finally get there I notice the line is out the door, but I know I can’t go through the day without my coffee so I suck it up and wait there like everyone else. After five minutes I notice the line actually getting longer in front of me. How the hell is that possible? I look over to the front and see a handsome well groomed man stepping in at the front of the line. What surprised me the most was the fact that no one said a peep. It was probably because of the fact that he looked an Abercrombie and Fitch model or maybe it was because his shoelaces themselves looked like they cost a million bucks.  

At any other circumstances I would just let it slide, being the passive person I am, but today I was late for my first day to work and this big shot decides he could cut in front of everyone like he owns the place.

“Um, excuse me I don’t know if you noticed or maybe you left your glasses at home, but there’s a line here. You know, waiting your turn like everyone else here. I’m sure a guy like you has places to be and people to see, but we are humans just like you waiting to get our Monday morning fix. Now if you don’t mind, get to the back of the line and wait for your turn.”

Now you now those TV moments when the quiet girl stands up to the bully and everyone is praising and applauding her at the end? Yea, well this wasn’t that time. I swear everyone was staring at me like I took a crap in the middle of the store.

The guy even had the balls to turn back to the cashier order his coffee completely disregarding what I said and had the decency to wink at me on the way out. Oof, if I ever saw that guy again I would make sure to deflate his ego.