The Rich Man

I let out a breath of air as I placed the last of the boxes onto the floor of my newly shifted into apartment. 

The small one bed room apartment seemed oddly comforting and inviting, even when it was completely bare of any of my possessions, except for the boxes lying on the ground beside my sneaker clad feet.

I was exhausted simply from grabbing the boxes from the car to the apartment and back. Now I had to decorate it as well.

Why the hell did I have to move?

**
Three and a half hours later my new home was somewhat decorated and the rest would have to wait for later.

I never really was much of a doer more like a procrastinate the hell out of every single thing you can.

Tomorrow being a Sunday gave me  a chance to sleep in and relax and that was exactly what I was planning to do. 

I seriously needed to catch up on my shows so binge watching all my favourite shows on Netflix was on my to do list for tomorrow.

Going to the bathroom I took a quick shower and then quickly changed into some comfortable clothes which consisted of black sweatpants and a baggy t shirt while my chocolate brown hair cascaded down my back in unruly curls. 

I just knew I looked beautiful. Sarcasm intended.

Quickly climbing into bed I snuggled into the comfy sheets and thought of the past week that had gone by.

I had sent out my CV to a number of different companies and places, desperate for a job I had even sent one to Alex & Co enterprises.

I snorted at the thought of me working there knowing I had no way in hell of getting a job there especially with those up tight aristocratic businessmen. 

Maybe I was being a bit prejudice but my past experience with people left a bad taste in my mouth but in my line of work it was impossible not to be surrounded by people like those.

I could only wait and see and I mean I was bound to get a job after applying to so many places well I hope so.

If not that then I guess I have to get ready to start flipping burgers because I definitely don't have the flexibility nor the confidence to become a stripper. 

Life is such a pain in the backside sometimes.

I groan as the bright light of the sun hits me full on in the eyes. 

Rolling over I grab my pillow to cover my face and try to settle in to sleep again but give up after ten minutes of me not falling asleep.

Reaching my hand out I grope my bedside table till finally my hand lands on the cold metal of my phone. 

I grab onto it and wince at the bright light that emits from it before wincing again at the time on the phone.

Why the hell am I awake at nine in the morning on a freaking Sunday. 

Mentally berating myself I crawl out of my bed and to the bathroom where I take a shower and brush my teeth.

I pad into my room with my towel wrapped securely around me as I go to my wardrobe and quickly pull out a pair of track pants and a fitted tank top.

I throw my hair into a ponytail not bothering to do much for it as I know I won't be going anywhere. 

Not that I don't have friends or anything but I'd much rather stay at home and watch gossip girl.

I go over to my small compact kitchen and quickly make myself breakfast which I scarf down like a starved animal when I realize I hadn't eaten dinner last night. 

Upon cleaning the dirty dishes I decide to decorate my apartment some more knowing I won't have enough time to do so further on in the week as I'll be going around job hunting some more.

**

I gazed around my newly decorated apartment taking in the cream painted walls of the living  room with the soft brown coloured couch facing the television mounted on the wall opposite it. 

Smiling at the picture frames I had just now mounted on the wall, taking in the various memories that came with them.

All the odd bits and bobs that resided in the boxes now adorned the walls as well as the various shelves and tables dotted around the apartment. 

My personal favourite was the antique looking bookshelf that was nestled in the corner of my bedroom right next to the window seat where I knew I would be spending most of my time off work.

Content with the work I had done and finished I deemed myself a break as I grabbed a packet of crisps, pouring them into a bowl and heading over to the couch as I turned the television on.

Logging into Netflix I put on gossip girl and while I waited for it to load I grabbed my phone and checked my Instagram account snooping around people's accounts, careful not to like posts from eons ago.

As the show came on, I got comfortable munching on my chips and watching Blake be her fabulous self.

**

I awake with a gasp as I hear the ringtone of my phone go off not even realising I had fallen asleep around the fifth episode or so. 

I carefully place the half eaten bowl of chips on the side and rummage around the sofa looking for my phone.

Ramming my hand in between the couch cushions I let out a huff of victory before accepting the call and placing the phone against my ear.

I try to calm my breathing down trying not to sound like I've just run a marathon when a professional clipped tone of a woman answers from the other end of the line.

"May I talk to a Ms. Davis please, " came the voice from the phone.

Trying to put on a serious and calm facade even though I knew she couldn't see me I answered back.

"Speaking," wincing at how that came out. I couldn't believe I was a secretory at my former job.

"Well Ms. Davis, I have called to inform you regarding the job you have applied for at Alexander & Co enterprise, we expect to see you tomorrow seven o'clock sharp for the following interview. Do you understand?"

My mouth drops wide in astonishment at me actually landing an interview and one at such a prestigious work place.

How the hell did that happen?

Quickly remembering I had to reply, I answer with a "um yes" which sounds like more of a question than a statement.

I mentally slap myself hard across the face as the woman's replies with a farewell and a hope to meet you soon with a voice full of disdain and anything but wishing to meet me soon.

I sit back down as I realise I was actually pacing back and forth during the phone call and release a small laugh at my luck.

I honestly can not believe that I had gotten an interview especially so quickly as I had sent out my resume two days before. 

Maybe they were in desperate need for someone and I had to do.

My excitement soon turns to worry and I am a bundle of nerves. I haven't even prepared and I have to go in as soon as tomorrow.

Oh god. What if I make a fool of myself? What if I stutter or throw up or fall over in front of someone on my very first day?

I am so not ready for this.

****

The rest of my day consists of me mentally preparing and psyching myself for the next day and then deciding on my outfit on what would make a good first impression.

The first impression is the last impression and all that crap.

Placing my clothes on a hanger and my heels next to them I go and  have a quick dinner which consists of a take away pizza.

I seriously needed to go grocery shopping. 

Promising myself I would do so after coming home from work the next day I put the left overs in the fridge for later on.

Going into the bathroom I brush my teeth, change into my pyjamas and settle into bed my thoughts going hay wire for the following day to come.

Somewhere in my thoughts of embarrassing myself and giving myself a pep talk I fall into an uneasy sleep.