mizblue

[mizblue]

Just like any other day, from my restless sleep, I awoke to a basic day, in a basic city and a basic life. Three years have passed since I've roamed this world alone. After losing all 3 of my relatives, mom, pops and gran, I also lost a sense of who I am.

I don't like to work as a care assistant, the oldies are ok and I always treat them with respect and dignity, but the thought of only ever being a care assistant is pretty shit. It also drags down my self-esteem making the weight of the world heavier.

I got fired from my previous job, or should I say I told my manager that he stinks of shit and he needs to buy some CB12. Worried about the rent due, I'm now racing against time to fine myself a job. I have an interview at 10am. I don't really want to go, I'd much rather stay in bed and sleep my depressive life away. But I have to. So, I applied makeup on top off yesterdays makeup smears, scraped my hair back, grabbed my bag and ran for the bus.

I arrived at the destination and of course I was 15 minutes late. Red faced from rushing, I walked into the surprisingly posh building and told the receptionist that I'm here for an interview. The receptionest was sweet and apologised for the inconvenience and that I had been mistaken because the interviews are being held at high tower. I explained I was running late and i’d never make across the city in time, she reassured me and told me that many people are being interviewed because there more than one job available. It's first come first seen.

As you can imagine, I ran to the next bus stop and somehow made my way across city. I arrived at high tower and to be honest, I was pretty weirded out, who the f**k holds interviews for care assistants in a skyscraper and a grand one at that. Anyway, I walked in, spoke to a receptionist who told me the interview are taking place on the 55th floor. The receptionist was a lovely lady named rue, weird name, but a nice lady.

I ran over to the lifts, rue could see the anxiety rushing through me. Or maybe the sheer desperation, I'm not sure what it was. She approached me and told me to calm down and that i’d do well in the interview. To my surprise she then told me to follow her and lead me to a gold elevator. We both got inside and on the way up she told me that the interviewer is due a break soon. It's her job to supply him with lunch and that she will try and squeeze me in for the interview before his lunch is served. I was grateful, but the situation made my anxiety burst and I could bearly stand. To make the situation worse she walked me past about 50 well dressed woman who have been waiting all morning for there interview. They knew she was helping me and the shame of jumping the Que didn't help me feel better. It was an odd situation though. Every woman looked like a well dressed porn star, I looked and felt like a Geek with unwashed clothes. Basically, I had no idea what the hell was going on. All I knew was that rue told me to wait outside the huge wooden doors while she goes inside to have a word with ”him”.

”Maria deer, ive managed to slot you in, go on deer, you'll be fine” those were the last words I heard before my life changed completely.

”oh thanks rue, I much appreciate it”.

I opened the enormous wooden door and entered the office.

Inside the wealthy office was a man sat behind a large wooden desk with his face hid behind a laptop. I wasn't sure on what to do or say but before I had the chance to do anything he spoke.

Have you any experience?

Umm, yes, I...i... Have many.

Many. He asked with out looking.

Sorry, I'm nervous, I... It's not normally like this.

Like what?

Well normally the interview is held at the care home and the staff aren't so well... Dressed.

He looked up from the lap top, he was in his mid 40’s, handsome looking. Which made me more nervous. Care home? He gasped.

Yes, I've never known this, I mean like for an interview to be like this.

He frowned. What position are you applying for?

The full-time care assistant at major homes.

He instantly smiled and asked, what is your name?

Maria.

Well, Maria, I believe you have... Somehow found yourself in the wrong interview.

What, I don't understand.

This job is for a personal assistant not a care assistant.

I felt like a tw*t.

Oh... I... Well... I hmmm.

I didn't know what to say or where to look. How the hell did this happen.

I shyly looked him in the eyes and told him I was sorry for the mix up and thank you for the time.

The time. He replied.

I shrunk into my shoulder as I said goodbye. I turned around and walked towards the doors.

Maria, he shouted me back.

Yes.

If you want you can wait in room, 66 and the 31st floor. There are a few jobs going there and you might be interested, go and check it out.

Really, I mean, thanks, I'll go and check it out.

I left the room and made my way to room 66, I couldn't believe my luck. What could this be?

I arrived at the room and sat down to wait with a few other girls. A woman with a strict face approached and asked me all sorts of questions. I tried to ask what the job offer was and why I'm here but she didn't like me to speak unless I was answering it questions. She pretty much asked about everything in life, friends, family, pervious jobs, earnings, everything. I was starting to think that maybe this was some sort of mi5 job available. I felt like I was doing well until she asked about my family and discovered I was the only living relative left. From that point she walked of and left me there waiting for 2 hours. I felt like walking out but my curiosity wouldn't let me. She then gave the other woman and myself a drink and apologised for the wait. I drank the water she gave me. Suddenly I blacked out and woke up in the back if a lorry, tired up along side the other woman who were waiting in the room. Wtf.