Perfect yet imperfect

n I finally find it, I sit up straight in my chair wi

A woman with the pretti

And you spoke to a man abo

the idea of hiring me "Yes m

e approved for an interv

ness gra

t a yes

course, I am

card, let alone give me an inte

head and get back to

, that is

is morning." The lady with the pretty voice gives

much! Bless

ut my phone down. I dance around horr

, I was finally going to be able to pay off their debts. Without even realizing it, tears begun dripping down my fac

d I have, I need to nail it. I needed to hurry since it was already ten th

blue coat that matched the blue dress I was wearing and stu

all the lights off, I close the door behind me and get inside the truck. As I try to start it,

work for mama." I didn't have the money to pay to

take the key out and put it back in, turning it in t

ting it again. I smile and pump a fist int

es I say, "Thank you Betsy, thank yo

to the coffee shop first. I wanted to get Mr. Boss a muffin an

way to the place. I get there soon and check my phone to see I am fifteen minutes late. Oh shucks. I pla

shops as I drove here, but this one topped all of them.

match for their brownstone, high- rise and ionic buildi

elong at all. That is quite alright though. Everyone is not supposed to be the same. I smile and prepare myself for the interview. I had practice

"Come on." I hear him grumble. I step inside wit

od morn

and take a seat at the chair in fro

him, I see just ho

sed with gel that made his hair shine. A medium l

underneath his emerald colored eyes looking as if he hadn't slep

ty eyes, but his

ng for me to reply. I hadn't even r

eply. There was something about him that had my f

net for about three months. Now, looking back on it, that probably wasn't my best idea. One day, he decided to meet with me and I

r saw him again. This man is nothing like that, though. He was

e rolls his eyes, "The interv

ffee I had sat on his desk

at the coffee and muffin with the s

ble if he smiled. "I didn'

ves coffee and muffins."

't wan

take it, Mr. Boss!" I say

N

es

shed it ba

of my money on it. Oh pl

e, then back at the muffin before

the coffee."

my glasses out of my

ding glasses." I sa

. As he begins eating, I decide to eat my sandw

ike a peanut butter

u like muffins a lot, don't you? It's not going anyw

e and wipes his mouth, throws the muffin in

building is because you need to pay

nder

s your experience in

seven jobs since

cati

my senio

k, "Then why aren't yo

w with this grumpy bossy boss

to be in school"

need the job, sir"

supposed to be in

ss" I say and he loo

you mea

their debts, Mr boss. I also want to pay the bills" And for the first time since I saw h

your loss" he say

I say and wa

oing a full time job when

ally haven't th

I can get a pa

a company?" He says as if I'm th

el

t you something more suitable" he says with

happy. He nodded his head

nk you, thank y

ble by the way" he sa

're not at school. Don't annoy me as much as you already do ri