only darkness.
Waking
up didn’t give me a sigh of relief. My heavy breathing didn’t
stop as well as my thoughts of my all too vivid dream or nightmare,
whichever it may be. I automatically looked for my alarm clock and It
blinked to eight o’clock. Suddenly, my body automatically
bolted out of bed before my mind even realized that I was late for
class. I brushed my teeth, took a quick shower, somehow got dressed
less than five minutes and marched down the stairs to the kitchen to
grab my keys.
I
hurried into class, missing it by half an hour. I sat next to
Charlie. She handed me her notes to copy. I didn’t miss much. I
will still need to get a note from Steve. The day had been busy. My
mind was half present for most of the time and when the last hour
came and as I drifted back into reality—above the instructor’s
table, I stared at the long chalkboard across the room all the way to
the big clock on the right side, as the minute hand continually
ticked its way to the next notch—very slowly, making me gasp
with anxiety. Finally, the bell rang and I was driving home.
When
the stranger entered my thoughts again, I made peace with the idea
that I might never see him again, but consoled myself with the fact
that, I wouldn’t be faced with the awkwardness and the unknown
fear I would be feeling.
I
still desperately needed a job, so when Becca left me a message to
come by the Blue Lagoon—the restaurant where she worked at, for
an interview, I was more than excited. I had applied at several
places in the area as well as online. Jobs had been tough to come by
lately, but Becca, promised that she would put in a good word for me.
Working at a restaurant wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when
I first thought of finding a way to earn some extra cash. It just
seemed too demanding and I didn’t really want anything
interfering with school. But as it is—beggars can’t
really be choosers…so I was more than glad to find a decent
job, especially that I knew someone there that I‘d be working
with.
Becca
and her parents moved in next door to Steve and I about two years
ago. Steve offered to help when he saw them unloading their twenty
foot truck. Their family came over for dinner that night, and Becca
and I started carpooling to School. Becca had short, medium choppy
hair with highlights. Her hair was layered and from my impression of
her at first, I thought she worked at a salon. She had medium height
and built. She was gregariously approachable. She got a job at the Blue
Lagoon ten
months ago and when she found out I was looking for one, she offered
to recommend me to Lonnie — the
restaurant manager.
Steve
had been gracious enough to let me stay rent free for the duration of
College, and still giving me allowances here and there. Before
graduating high school, I needed to earn a little bit more than my
occasional baby sitting jobs that I had been getting.
I
wanted to save so that I could trade in my old beat up beetle as well
as save for my trip to Europe the following year to take
classes—traveling was something I considered an essential
experience as well as an academic enrichment. Steve was a single dad
and I hated the idea that he had to take care of my basic
necessities—no matter how basic the necessity was.
Besides,
I liked being independent when it came to my time. If I didn’t
have a job, he might start asking questions about where I’m
at. ..and where I would be going , and what time would I
be home. Having a job at a restaurant means my hours won’t
be set and he won’t really be asking me about my innings and
goings, which suited me fine. Just because I will be living at home,
doesn’t mean I wanted to be treated like I was still a minor.
I
needed to get ready for my interview, but I completely forgot to ask
Becca what I was supposed to wear. I never had an interview for a
restaurant job before. It was past six and my interview was at seven.
I was beginning to panic. I certainly cannot
Waking
up didn’t give me a sigh of relief. My heavy breathing didn’t
stop as well as my thoughts of my all too vivid dream or nightmare,
whichever it may be. I automatically looked for my alarm clock and It
blinked to eight o’clock. Suddenly, my body automatically
bolted out of bed before my mind even realized that I was late for
class. I brushed my teeth, took a quick shower, somehow got dressed
less than five minutes and marched down the stairs to the kitchen to
grab my keys.
I
hurried into class, missing it by half an hour. I sat next to
Charlie. She handed me her notes to copy. I didn’t miss much. I
will still need to get a note from Steve. The day had been busy. My
mind was half present for most of the time and when the last hour
came and as I drifted back into reality—above the instructor’s
table, I stared at the long chalkboard across the room all the way to
the big clock on the right side, as the minute hand continually
ticked its way to the next notch—very slowly, making me gasp
with anxiety. Finally, the bell rang and I was driving home.
When
the stranger entered my thoughts again, I made peace with the idea
that I might never see him again, but consoled myself with the fact
that, I wouldn’t be faced with the awkwardness and the unknown
fear I would be feeling.
I
still desperately needed a job, so when Becca left me a message to
come by the Blue Lagoon—the restaurant where she worked at, for
an interview, I was more than excited. I had applied at several
places in the area as well as online. Jobs had been tough to come by
lately, but Becca, promised that she would put in a good word for me.
Working at a restaurant wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when
I first thought of finding a way to earn some extra cash. It just
seemed too demanding and I didn’t really want anything
interfering with school. But as it is—beggars can’t
really be choosers…so I was more than glad to find a decent
job, especially that I knew someone there that I‘d be working
with.
Becca
and her parents moved in next door to Steve and I about two years
ago. Steve offered to help when he saw them unloading their twenty
foot truck. Their family came over for dinner that night, and Becca
and I started carpooling to School. Becca had short, medium choppy
hair with highlights. Her hair was layered and from my impression of
her at first, I thought she worked at a salon. She had medium height
and built. She was gregariously approachable. She got a job at the Blue
Lagoon ten
months ago and when she found out I was looking for one, she offered
to recommend me to Lonnie — the
restaurant manager.
Steve
had been gracious enough to let me stay rent free for the duration of
College, and still giving me allowances here and there. Before
graduating high school, I needed to earn a little bit more than my
occasional baby sitting jobs that I had been getting.
I
wanted to save so that I could trade in my old beat up beetle as well
as save for my trip to Europe the following year to take
classes—traveling was something I considered an essential
experience as well as an academic enrichment. Steve was a single dad
and I hated the idea that he had to take care of my basic
necessities—no matter how basic the necessity was.
Besides,
I liked being independent when it came to my time. If I didn’t
have a job, he might start asking questions about where I’m
at. ..and where I would be going , and what time would I
be home. Having a job at a restaurant means my hours won’t
be set and he won’t really be asking me about my innings and
goings, which suited me fine. Just because I will be living at home,
doesn’t mean I wanted to be treated like I was still a minor.
I
needed to get ready for my interview, but I completely forgot to ask
Becca what I was supposed to wear. I never had an interview for a
restaurant job before. It was past six and my interview was at seven.
I was beginning to panic. I certainly cannot
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