Seira
I'm dancing to Ariana's 'Break up with your girlfriend, cause I'm bored' song while eating a nutella sandwich and holding a milk carton inside my room.
Why you ask? Well, I'm doing a bit of celebrating because remember the job interview I was doing? It turns out they need me and true to his word, Mr. Sanchez called me to say I got accepted and should report to my boss on Monday!
Ya hear that folks? Your awesome and almost always unlucky girl got lucky for once.
I'm so happy that I don't even care what job they got for me!
I could be scrubbing floors or taking trash out in the dumpster but not even that could deter my exaggerated reaction because what I'm constantly thinking is 'I got a real job!'
Even when I'm already on my bed trying to sleep, I couldn't stop grinning and the excitement for the things I'm about to do the next day keeps coming back to my thoughts.
Some days I'm having a hard time trying to sleep, maybe it's because of lack of sleep-yeah it is, and it's very hard to focus on nothing but black.
I am so tired and I am so mad at myself for not blocking out the thoughts of excitement last night because it's apparent on my new company I.D picture.
"Say cheese," the photographer guy mused while I struggled to keep my grin on my face because he was taking too long to get the shot.
After I received my new I.D I was dumbfounded on what I saw on the nickname slot.
My sleep deprived eyes bulged in its sockets and I turned to the photographer.
"Raccoon, Ms. Raccoon," I confirmed. "If you're giving me an animal name that has black surrounding its eyes why couldn't it at least be Panda?" I asked and pointed out the alternative.
He shrugged, "Raccoon came to my mind first," he said so nonchalantly.
I looked at my I.D again and showed it to him, "Are the owner's supposed to be the one obliged to fill out their nicknames?"
He smiled. "I suppose so and I guess you got me to thank for that because now you don't have to think of nicknames and I got one that suits you."
My eye twitched. This guy looks about 25 but he's got a mentality of a 12 year old boy.
"Sir," I purposely emphasized, "like most people (everyone) I already have a nickname."
He shrugged his shoulders.
I sighed, "Can I at least redo my I.D picture?"
"Nope," he popped the p in nope. "Sorry."
I bit my tongue in case I slipped some profanities and I caught a glimpse of his I.D.
Star-Lord. Gosh, this idiot is obviously addicted to Guardians of the galaxy.
I blinked and rolled my eyes while he wasn't looking at me and gripped the doorknob, but not before I said, "Not to burst your bubble or something sir, it's Rocket not Raccoon, Raccoon is just the kind of animal he is, obviously, in case your forgot," I clarified with a smile.
His once satisfied smirk became an infuriated snarl.
He reached for a crumpled paper under his desk and he prepared to hurl it at me when I shut the door and fled towards my boss' office.
I checked the time on my wristwatch. Crap I'm already late and I don't know where my boss' office is!
I asked a lady in a white uniform and gladly she knows who I am talking about and asked for directions.
God, why do the Conway's have to make a new building?
I rushed to get in the elevator but when I come near it, it closed and her office is on the 10th floor.
Currently I am on the 3rd floor and this building's got like 30 floors.
I became uneasy on my feet as I did the math and just let go of all thinking and went with the stairs.
You know what will cheer you up when you're walking on tons of stairs? Just think that you are travelling to heaven and it would keep you happy and distracted from the fact that you're late and you're going to be sweaty and panting when you arrive at the floor you wish to land on.
I'm definitely not an athletic person. I am not the type to go on hikes or a back and forth trip from the stairs for exercise and I was already dying even doe it's still the 5th floor.
My knees are buckling under me and sweat is coming out of my pores really fast my gray dress is getting wet. What perfect timing to wear gray!
'You are ascending to heaven young mortal, you will rest after this challenge and you will be rewarded greatly for your efforts' is the mantra I keep repeating over and over my head in order to keep me going.
I'm already in the 8th floor and it just never ends, you would get lost if there weren't any floor signs indicated in each door although getting lost would seem unlikely because the stairs just go up and down and if a person gets lost in here they would be stupid, which, luckily I'm CURRENTLY not and I constantly pay attention to my never ending misery or so the floor signs on each door.
I am now getting closer to the 10th floor and can't stop the feeling of self-satisfaction and the sweat that's forming in my armpits.
FINALLY I'm on my final step to end this miserable journey and I could see the stair door open.
I opened the door and saw a confused yet amused Leo.
"Seira, why were you going up the stairs?"
He waited for me to catch my breath.
"The elevator closed a-and I was late, I h-had no choice but to t-take the hard way," I panted and pointed to the stairs.
"Anyways, I-I've got to go," I quickly told him and went on my way to search for my boss, Ms. Joanna Murphy.
I heard him laughing and turned my head at his direction.
"We got TWO elevators in this building Seira. And if you're looking for a Joanna Murphy, just go right and you'll find her office," he advised and continued to walk the other way while shaking his head in obvious amusement.
I stared at the floor dumbfounded and sported a stupid look on my face, one might think I am losing my marbles.
I put my hands between my armpits and brought my hands to my nose and smelled happiness on a sauna day.
Could this day get any worse universe? And I reached the doorknob on Ms. Joanna Murphy's office.