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Claire collected herself as she sat in the driver's seat of her car. She checked her bag to make sure she had her phone, a printed resume in case she was asked for it, and more every-day odds and ins like chapstick and her wallet. As she climbed out of the car, she took a deep breath. Job interviews had never been her favorite thing because she hated having to put a face on, but she needed this job which meant she was willing to do a lot if it meant she would end up with a stable source of income. Her eyes flicked between the house and the one she had written down. "This can't be it," she thought to herself.
She had expected a nice house, sure, but this was more than that. The architecture was eye-capturing, and all the texture drew you closer to the house. As she climbed the front steps she dragged her finger against the carving on one of the pillars that supported the overhang. The house's magnificence made her feel under-dressed, and, to be fair, she probably was. Her hair was straightened and laid over her shoulders, her torso was covered with a short-sleeve button-up shirt, and she wore deep blue skinny jeans. The reason for this more casual workwear was because she figured he would have her make a practice meal to see if she was really what he wanted, and she didn't want to be super dressed up or in non-kitchen clothing when she did so. Of course, this was her version of kitchen clothing, but it was all subject to change. If he required a uniform she'd wear it, however, she didn't have a uniform yet. She didn't even have the job for sure. If she had chosen instead to wear her old unwavering confidence to their interview maybe she wouldn't be stood in front of the door second-guessing herself, yet when she looked for it this morning it was nowhere to be found. The best she could do was feign some semblance of confidence to at least get her through this interview.
Claire moved her right hand to the door, but before her knuckles could meet the cold wood of the door, she drew in another deep breath. "You'll be fine," she told herself. The reality was, she needed this job. If he passed on her she wouldn't up living back in her parent's house and applying to any fast food place that needed new employees. Claire was responsible, but when her job was taken out from under her -- and her unemployment checks never came in -- she began to fall behind on rent. Plus, since she had been fired higher-level jobs had been wary of hiring her. In an attempt to make these thoughts stop swarming through her head she finally knocked; her knuckles meeting the cold surface three times before she let her hand return to her side.
She had expected a nice house, sure, but this was more than that. The architecture was eye-capturing, and all the texture drew you closer to the house. As she climbed the front steps she dragged her finger against the carving on one of the pillars that supported the overhang. The house's magnificence made her feel under-dressed, and, to be fair, she probably was. Her hair was straightened and laid over her shoulders, her torso was covered with a short-sleeve button-up shirt, and she wore deep blue skinny jeans. The reason for this more casual workwear was because she figured he would have her make a practice meal to see if she was really what he wanted, and she didn't want to be super dressed up or in non-kitchen clothing when she did so. Of course, this was her version of kitchen clothing, but it was all subject to change. If he required a uniform she'd wear it, however, she didn't have a uniform yet. She didn't even have the job for sure. If she had chosen instead to wear her old unwavering confidence to their interview maybe she wouldn't be stood in front of the door second-guessing herself, yet when she looked for it this morning it was nowhere to be found. The best she could do was feign some semblance of confidence to at least get her through this interview.
Claire moved her right hand to the door, but before her knuckles could meet the cold wood of the door, she drew in another deep breath. "You'll be fine," she told herself. The reality was, she needed this job. If he passed on her she wouldn't up living back in her parent's house and applying to any fast food place that needed new employees. Claire was responsible, but when her job was taken out from under her -- and her unemployment checks never came in -- she began to fall behind on rent. Plus, since she had been fired higher-level jobs had been wary of hiring her. In an attempt to make these thoughts stop swarming through her head she finally knocked; her knuckles meeting the cold surface three times before she let her hand return to her side.
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