Davidson's [POV]
By Sunday afternoon, I can't decide if my mood is shitty or confused. Maybe it's a little of both. Shittily confused.
Why isn't she calling?
And why the hell am I wasting my time interviewing a woman I'm ninety-nine-point-nine percent certain I won't hire?
But the questions seem like petty whining when everything is happening according to schedule and the way I want. It's like the world is a well-oiled machine.
My coffee is perfect. My workout is fantastic, with a new personal best on bench press. My t-shirt is stretched nicely over my pumped-up chest and shoulders, and my black jeans are ridiculously comfortable and mold perfectly to my ten-out-of-ten ass. The same ass that's graced a thousand billboards and got voted the Booty I Most Want to Lick or was it Bite? by the Women Who Know Best site.
