{Collaboration chapter with my friend}
It was equally as big on the inside and was spacious, seemingly stretching on as far as the eye could see. Unfortunately, the sheer size of the place only made me more nervous. The place was crawling. I looked around at all the people, bustling around, checking their luggage in, and finalizing their travel details. A million worst case scenarios ran through my head as I approached the front desk, the next one always worse than the one before.
"Hello, what can I do for you?" A chubby- yet peppy, receptionist asked, smiling.
"I have an interview at ten thirty" I replied, nervously.
"Oh, you must be Ryan! We've been expecting you" She enthused, motioning for me to follow her. How she could be so enthusiastic at this hour was beyond me.
I followed her into an office where she instructed me to sit down. She told me that the interviewer would be in shortly and that I should make myself comfortable. So I sat in one of the upholstered chairs and laid back, head against the wall, wishing that I could just get this over with. Working has never been my thing, I'm more of an observer. I observe other people while they work.
I closed my eyes for a minute, trying to calm my nerves, and as I did so, I heard someone enter the room and sit down. Startled, I sat up straight- or as straight as I was capable of sitting- and turned to face the person. It was a petite young woman in a white blouse, her curly brown hair in a bun. She must have been around twenty five, I guessed. She eyed my attire disapprovingly and went on to introduce herself.
"Hello, I'm Marie. I'll be interviewing you today" She introduced, reaching for my hand and giving it a firm shake, which I returned.
"Nice to meet you Marie. I'm Ryan" I greeted, introducing myself.
"So it says here you applied to be a janitor" Marie stated, skimming over my application.
Yes, you heard correctly. My mother had convinced me to apply for janitorial work. But to be honest, I can't really blame her. I don't exactly have the credentials for any of the other jobs here. Heck, I barely have the credentials for this job.
"Yes I did" I replied. I couldn't sit still, I want a job that will allow me to sleep all day and play video games during breaks.
"How do you plan on doing that?" She asked looking at me, her hand within reach of the call button. Shit. That was out loud. I knew I was one word away from having security called on me.
I reminded myself that I had to be careful of speaking out loud before thinking.
"Oh! Wh...What I meant to say was yes, I love cleaning! it's next to godliness you know" I then proceeded to tell her of my many cleaning jobs for people other than my family. In other words, I lied.
She looked me over once again, and then asked the question I had been avoiding thinking about.
"You know this job involves working weekends, right?" She asked, curiously. There, she said it.
"I was kind of hoping this one wouldn't…" I mumbled under my breath. She looked at me with the look my mother always uses with me. The resemblance was uncanny.
"Let's see if I have got this straight. You don't want to work during the day, and you want access to a computer? I don't really think you are right for this position" She replied, a mix of amazement and disgust. I couldn't really blame her for being disgusted and I felt bad that she had to be up at ten thirty in the morning to give me this lousy interview. It's all mom's fault, as usual.
"Thanks anyway" I muttered, standing up and leaving the interview room. What a crappy morning.