On The Other End

I tried to fix my hat that was currently sitting on the back of my head. 

I have no Idea what to wear to this thing.

What do you wear to an interview you-quiet frankly- don't want to do?

Well I need the job and partly want it.

I NEED the job because I need experience and the hours.

I partly WANT the job because I love to write and the world is being hidden from so many things.

I partly DON'T WANT  it because the only place that will let me get interviewed is Seventeen Magazine.

Yes, the one that follow around celeberties and show you best how to apply your foundation.

AND the only reason I have an interview to this place, is because my mom is best friend with the CEO, they've been best friends since high school-junior high.

But I'm not getting interview by the CEO, no no no,

I'm getting interviewed by some stuck up girl named Felicia.... Or Alicia.

I really don't care.

What I really want to do is write in a magazine... Or newspaper...Yes... But I want to write about the world... Global warming, how our government plans to get by 2013, why are pandas going extinct.

Anything!

Anything better than 'discovering' which mascara applying tool is better for your eyes....

Don't get me wrong I love to read that stuff....  To an extent.... I don't go crazy but I would like to know.

but I don't want to WRITE about it  For the  life of puppies!

Actually I would do it for the Life of puppies, for any life really, even-

.Off track.

Yea, right... So I'm here in the waiting room, they have pictures of famous people autographed by them and what not.

That the one thing I hate more than anything, those stuck up pop-stars, the world is getting eaten up by the drama of singers and movie stars and stuff...

Why can't singers and bands just sing their songs and get on with it?

Why is it so interesting that Justin Beiber got his hair cut a 1/2 an inch shorter?

Do girls really want to know that?

I mean... I love music... I mean LOVE music. Oldies to modern century, when I listen to music, the whole world disappears around me and it me, my mood, and the music (and whatever I'm doing) but I completely go into a state of peace and happiness, no matter my mood, if i'm sad that's the only thing that can cheer me up.

But why adventure into what is Selena Gomez doing on a Monday morning?

Also that's going to far into personal  space.

I guess that's just me... Do I sound crazy? Probably.... But if you don't like my opinion you can leave.... Or whatever you do...

I looked down at my watch, I read it, but it didn't process in my mind. I looked down again, it's 11:44.

In one minuet I have my interview,  I heard heels clicking, and I saw a woman maybe in her thirties walking over.

She looked like a snob.

"You can go now" she said without looking at me,

"Oh ok" I said timidly, I probably shouldn't have said any thing... I need to be cool, act like I don't really want this job. But I need it.