Painting

Chapter 62

I've been trying to find a new job for the past few days and I have to say, it is not easy. I've also been writing a lot. I have this poem that I've been trying to finish. There is something missing, but I don't know what.

People try to undress me with their hands

This is merely enough

To get to me

I take my head between my hands. My career as a poet is never going to happen, not even close. How do writers do? I mean seriously, those people who wrote trilogies, how many sleepless nights have they gone through, because they had THE idea? Also where do they find all that time?  Don't they have a job, to provide for themselves?

Tyler spent the night with me and now I feel lonely.  The bed is empty.

He gave me the address of the publishing house they work at, so if I want to drop by and apply for the reader job, I know where it is. I'm sure they won't mind if I come today.

Maybe I shouldn't, I don't want to disturb anybody.

You know what, I don't care.

I take a nice pair of jeans without any holes in them. Also a turtleneck sweater. I look in the mirror, it's perfect, let's go.

I go down the stairs and walk into the underground parking lot. My car has been there for a couple of weeks. I get inside.

-Hi there!

I start the engine and drive out of the parking lot. I engage in the streets and follow the instructions of my GPS. I arrive in front of the building. I park there. I get out of my car and take a deep breath.

It's like every other application you've done.

It's just that now, you are going to see where they work.

I open the front door. There is a secretary who doesn't look friendly waiting behind a big desk. I look around, it's pretty. Everything is neat and modern, like their loft. I walk quietly to the desk. The secretary is reading a book.

-Hi.

He looks up from it.

-Hi!

And he gives me a beautiful smile.

-Can I help you?

-Yes, I'm here for the job.

-The reader?

-Yes.

His eyes light up.

-Would you like a glass of water?

-If it doesn't bother anyone than yes.

-It's no problem. You can sit there. I'll send you into Mister Victor's office shortly.

-Thank you.

-It's no problem. Sparkling or flat?

-I'm sorry, what?

-Your water?

-Flat please.

He walks out of the room and comes back with a glass of water.

-May I take your coat?

-Well, yes. Thank you.

-It's no problem, I notified mister Victor of your presence, he will be with you shortly.

-Thank you.

I look around once again. Everything is white, but not hospital white, it's a warm white. I nervously play with my hair and breathe deeply. I'm honestly very scared they won't be happy.