Seira
I'm starving and I looked like I doused my eyes with pool water with 80% chlorine.
After Georgia bitched me this morning, I kicked myself out of the pity party I was hosting and rushed immediately to Oblivion.
My leg couldn't keep still. It bounced in rhythm with the anxiety pulsing through everywhere on my body.
I can't even put my hands down. If I wasn't picking on my nails, I was rubbing them together to calm myself down.
I've been sitting here in this waiting lounge since the woman in the front desk contacted the person in charge of hiring student assistants.
"Please stay in the waiting lounge. I will contact the person-in-charge of human resources and pass you on to them in a minute," the front desk woman cheerily said as she was supposed to say to everyone who comes to her and ask their inquiries.
I did what she said and waited patiently on this chair I'm sitting on since 30 minutes ago and I think that if my butt departs with this chair's cushion, it will leave a permanent mark.
Waiting did not serve me well because it only made my anxiety and nervousness worse because I would really like to be one of those student assistants.
I could not bear the wait any longer and sucked in my guts to be brave enough to ask the front desk woman about the call again.
Turns out it was really a good idea that I asked her again, because when I asked her once more, she apologized and said that she forgot to call him and did what she should have done 30 minutes ago right in front of me.
I watched as she talked to the person on the other side of the phone.
"Mr. Sanchez will be seeing you in a minute," she assured me while she hanged up the phone.
Annoyed I replied, "R-right..."
And then she smiled that smile where it says 'happy to help' but when her lips are telling that her eyes totally did not appear to be.
I mustered up the best smile I could send her way but failed because it oozes more irritation than gratitude.
I sat back on the chair I was sitting moments ago and truth be told, a Mr. Sanchez got off the elevator and asked for me to follow him to his office.
I tried to get my attention from the weird abstract painting hanging from the wall behind Mr. Sanchez but it seemed impossible because it was so...weird and Mr. Sanchez is silently browsing the documents that I brought.
"So..." Mr. Sanchez brought me back to reality, "Let's go straight to the point here Ms..." he paused as he looked for my name in the resume he is holding, "Swanson. Honestly, there's nothing appealing in your resume, nothing stands out."
I looked down and bit my lip.
He sighed. "Look, don't worry about it, I'm just the messenger here, I don't exactly pick who to hire, well, not in this case anyway, the people that'll be in charge of you will decide who to hire as student assistants," he clarified.
"I just review the documents you people submit and if it's okay I pass it down to them, so far you haven't done anything illegal..."his voice trailed down.
I stared at him in confusion just as he cleared his throat.
"You know what? I'll just submit this document to..." he paused again, "Who do you want to work for anyway?" he asked.
I've been so excited to work at a real company that I didn't even think of any position or person to work for.
"Uhm, you c-can just pass my document to a-anyone?" I nervously replied.
He sighed, "Okay, you know what? I'll just pass your documents to everyone in charge."
I smiled and thought that it's not actually a bad idea and nodded furiously.
"Fine, we're done here, you can go. We'll call you," he reassured and dismissed a hand at me, gesturing me to go out.
I stood up, thanked him and went outside.
Wait 'till Leo hears about this, well I ain't hired yet but it's something.
After calling Leo, I was once again stuck in that chair I was previously sitting on to wait for him, but I'm not anxious and nervous anymore, I can somewhat feel hope and a bright light that starts to shine on me that makes me want to smile.
Long gone was the picking of the nails, the bouncing of the legs and erratic heartbeat, it is now replaced by a raised chin and stupid grin that I can't seem to wipe off my face.
Leo asked me to wait for him in the waiting lounge because he wanted to celebrate this small victory of mine and for him to also find an excuse to get out of the building and leave his work for an hour or two by getting lunch practically an hour early.
When he met with me at the waiting lounge he looked stressed and deflated, heck, he looked so pale.
I told him about this and he told me that's exactly the reason he needed to have a break and when he was reminded of the reason I was there, he congratulated me on my small bit of victory and we went to eat at a Chinese restaurant across the street.
I sighed. I like feeling happy and Chinese food. What an ironic turn of events, just this morning I was depressed and the next thing I know I am practically floating in the air. Maybe I should go see a doctor if I'm a bit leaning over to being bi-polar.