I step forward to find a dog blocking the door. Well seems like I get to meet every animal today. First, a cat crossed my path, and now the dog is blocking it.
I tried shooing him, threatening him with my bag but nothing seemed to work. After wasting my precious two minutes when he got up, I sighed in relief and got ready to go inside when suddenly a truck speeded by splashing all the dirty rainwater on me.
I look down in disbelief at what I must look like and try to stop myself from crying. This can't be happening. I inwardly curse at the truck driver to slip and fall in that stupid water.
Okay, relax you bought extra clothing don't worry, and your bag is waterproof. Just get inside and change and just when I convinced myself it was okay; I turn towards the office and feel something really warm on my feet. Please don't let it be true, don't let it be what I am thinking. Let my socks be self-heating and I look down to see my foot in fresh dog shit which the dog must have been deliberately waiting for me to turn my attention away from to do it right behind me.
I just knew it; dogs are evil creatures of Satan. I glare at the dog and I swear the dog was smirking at me. I could just feel my right eye twitching wanting to just put a leash on it.
Well, nothing like dog shit on my shoes to make first impressions when the security guard comes and shooed the dog away. Right, now you come when the damage is done. "Umm... miss you work here? I have never seen you here before", the security guard asks.
"Well it is my first day", I reply a bit irritated with the cold. "Oh, sorry miss, just enter towards left and go straight to the washrooms. You can clean up there. But I think you should take care of your shoes outside" he asks looking at them and I also don't want to go in with them. I ask him for a plastic bag, remove my formal bellies carefully which I never even liked, put them in and leave them with the security guard. I also take off the wet socks and throw them in my bag.
Now I hesitate to enter. Maybe I should just come tomorrow. No, I can do it. At first, I was afraid, I was petrified... I will survive: I try to motivate myself by singing. I bravely enter the office barefoot and could feel and see almost everyone stare at me and of course trying not to laugh. I try to smile and turn towards the washrooms. "Nothing can be worse than this" I mutter to myself ..oh but see I just jinxed myself... and what better way than to probably slip and fall on my ass in front of God knows who …
Sob sob sob… please kill me and let the earth swallow me…