Sleepwalking my way through life: Grabbing the wheel



Grabbing the wheel

Just came back from my interview.

It took me about twenty minutes to get there, the distance not being as long as I thought. There was a growing feeling of nervousness in my stomach as I drew closer to the Holiday Inn, imagining the flood of people inside that I would have to contend with. Imagine my surprise when the foyer was practically empty.

I sat down and filled out some health forms at the little desk that was in the waiting room. Some simple questions (Though I did stumble at what my weight was) and I handed them back to the girl in front of me.

"That's great Joseph... Or is it Joe?" She asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears.

"Joe." I said, "Where do I go now?"

She looked at the form in front of her, a frown flicking across her face before she looked back at me with a nervous smile. "It says that your appointment is at half past two."

"But, they told me that it was at half one!"

"They must have mixed it up then." She said, showing me the form to confirm the time. "Looks like you've got another hour and a half to go. Oh, that's a long time to wait..."

"Don't worry about it," I said, "I've got books that I can read."

She flashed another pretty smile at me and packed away all the forms and folders. I stood up and sat on one of the chairs at the wall. After sinking almost three feet into the chair I got out my special green biro, my copy of The Crucible and started reading (After seven months of studying it, I still haven't read it). However, I wasn't reading for long.

Sarah, the girl who took my forms, came over and sat across from me. There wasn't anything better for her to do, so she started talking to me about school. We talked for about half an hour about school and subjects and careers, it was fun. Another girl came along and told me that they could see me early, which was good enough for me. So I put the book back in my bag and the pen in my jacket pocket before heading for the door.

"Just leave your bag and jacket in here, you won't need them in there."

"Alright," I said, laying my jacket over the back of the bottomless chair, "But if anything's missing, I'm looking for you."

"I might just steal something then." She replied with a quirky smile as I left the room.

The interview was great. I felt really confident as I answered the questions, and it looks like I got really positive feedback. They even asked me random questions as conversation aside from the questions. I really hope that I've gotten this job.

I came out of the interview room with a smile on my face and walked back into the foyer. My bag and jacket were as they were over my chair, and I picked them up and slung my bag over my shoulder.

"How'd the interview go?" The other girl asked from behind her desk. I couldn't see Sarah anywhere.

"Not bad. I'm pretty confident though."

"Do you want any coffee or tea?" She asked, indicating the kettle full of freshly boiled water.

"Nah, I really need to get going now. Thanks for all your help."

"Don't worry about it. Good luck!"

I walked out into the cold sunny air with a smile on my face. I was pretty convinced that I had done the best I could, and I could look forward to a nice afternoon of relaxation in front of the old telly-box.

I put my hand in my pocket to turn on my CD player, but found that there was something else there. I pulled out a sheet of folded paper that was hidden in the recess of my pocket and stopped to read it. There, scribbled in green pen, was a mobile phone number and;

"If you ever want your pen back, you'd better call. - Sarah"

I looked back at the Holiday Inn wondering what would happen if I called her. Or if I went back in and had that cup of coffee. I smiled.

I crumpled the note before throwing it into the first bin I saw and smiled as I walked home. I didn't really like that pen anyway.
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