Just my luck

Just my luck

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At 22 yrs of age im still struggling to come to terms of my mom passing its so hard but at least it hasnt stopped me from persuing my education just finish getting my degree in child phsycology... now is time to put it to use but we all kno finding ur dream job isnt that easy.. oh there i go letting my train of thoughts take me away from reality . What is he saying jeez focus kimora u need to get this job. "Are u kimora ann washington" he asked. "uh am yes thats me," im so nervous its not funny right now he is watching me like ive just grown horns. So i squared my sholders stretch out my hand and in my best professional voice i said hi my name is kimora ann washington and im here to interview for the secetarial postion. That was the start of a very promising interview. I left the room on such a high that i didnt notice the man heading in my direction from the elevator and collided head into chest into him when i looked up an our eyes made four i was dumbstruck.
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