Lie A Little Better, Honey

"Trust me Baby Sis, you’ll enjoy working there. Maybe you’ll become less cynical afterwards."

Trust you? Trust you?! That’s one mistake that I will never do again. I gripped the strap of my black satchel frustrated at my brother’s last words before I killed him. I’m only joking. He’s still alive. Though, that would be a good idea since I doubt that this will work out.
Let me just say that I hate small confined spaces, especially the ones where you stand next to a man who has never heard of antiperspirant. Really? You are a fat ass grown man and you have the audacity to wear a blue powder button up. Other than that, everything about it just sings awkward silence. I stare blankly at a couple of silver buttons tinted in green light as the elevator ascends. Just being here makes me self-conscious I look at my waist-high light gray tweed slacks that I had carefully ironed into a fold, so it falls vertically in the middle of my thighs. After I smoothed out my white button down and discretely tucked in my pants, I then fixed my folded sleeves. Taking a deep breath, I shrugged it off. This is nothing compared to my previous jobs, so there should be nothing to be anxious about.