At the interview.

Dear Slightly Odd Diary;

I waited at the back of the line, and inspected the girls in front of me.

Their posture was identical, almost perfect, while I held myself a bit ridiculously, all lopsided.

All of their hairdos were identical. Long and straight, they looked like models, while I didn't look fit to be a model, holding my old sports bag, and them in designer clothes, one girl even holding a Gucci bag.

I tried to adjust my hold, but nothing would do, so I just stood awkwardly, my hair in a bun, behind all those beautiful girls.

I waited.

And waited.

And then, it was my turn!

I ran into the office.....

Dear Diary..

I woke up yawning, rubbed my eyes, smudging the eyeliner that lined my eyes from last night.

Last night I had found out about the job opening, and forgetting I was still wearing makeup, I went to bed promptly wanting to be ready for the interview.

I shoved my glasses on my nose and looked in the mirror, still not very happy about my looks.

I rolled my eyes and went into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of "50 Hour Energy" [I knew it wasn't actually 50 hours, but it tasted good and woke me up better than coffee.]

After I finished 50 hour energy, I went into the bathroom and put on makeup. I then did my hair up into a beautiful bun.

I then put some makeup on, and looked at myself skepticly.

I put in my contacts and looked again.

I then put on a dress suit.

I was off to the interview.