“No no
noooooooooooooooooooooooooo……how cou…… this can’t b……..holy fu…..” I couldn’t
believe my eyes. How the hell could I let it happen? How the hell I overslept?
How the bloody hell I was still under my duvet when I should have been sitting
and waiting for my interview in Glamour’s office? Holly shit!
Jumping out of the bed, I ran
towards my wardrobe and changed in the first thing I managed to grab. I picked
up my bag, throw in all the things which could make me look like at least not
lunatic, grabbed my resume from the coffee table and dashed out of the
apartment with my shoes in other hand. Rushing down the stairs I forgot to put
my shoes on and as I step out of my building, hoping to get a cab without
much waiting all I say was “bullocks!”, the concert street under my naked foot
was burning. Quickly I put on the shoes and without caring how awful I might
have been looking standing in the middle of the buzzing road with my bird-nest
hair on the clear and bright day, I screamed for cab again and again. And for once, I got the cab with in ten minutes.
Once in a cab, I hauled my phone
and call the Glamour to let the receptionist know that I would be tiny bit late
and when she says no issues, finally I took my first breath of this awesomely screwed
up day. Finally I combed my hair, wiped my face with wet wipes, put on a bit of
make-up, adjusted my dress, popped in few mint pills to kill that horse breath, went through
my resume and when once again I reached in my bag for the zillionth time, I realized
I forgot to carry my notes. The notes
on which I have spent hours in preparing and which actually is a mini
encyclopaedia of Glamour…I forgot to bring them with me. Without going through
those notes I can’t answer a single question, I can’t get my job and no one
absolutely no one on this earth can help me getting through this interview.
I was already horribly late which
means I practically had no time to go back to the apartment and search for those
notes. What will I do now?
Girl in trouble in a big city!
