Staring intently into the mirror– this damn make- up has to be perfect– I painstakingly apply eye liner, mascara and lipstick, with a titch of blush for good measure. Finally a splash of Obsession, a gift from a former client, which is pretty funny, considering. I chuckle at the irony. It smells good enough to eat.
The butterflies in my stomach go into over-drive. Tonight I have to prove myself to my new employer, the most prestigious in her profession. Her business charges a huge fee to its clients and offers the best services. Once she’s satisfied with a new hire they also reap the rewards. Stellar nights are not included, but then I’m not seeking romance, just decent working conditions.
In order to calm down and relax, I light a cigarette, the last until I get home later, and sit on the couch. Ping. Glancing at the cell I read the text. It’s Rita, wishing me luck. We have a good relationship, always boosting each other. Burning bridges is not an option. My reply is sent right away. Time to finish getting ready. I ground the butt to death in the ashtray and realise my nerves are still jittery. Pacing is a stress reliever for me so back and forth across the small living room I march. This woman’s given me an opportunity to establish that I’m qualified. The seediness of my current position gets to me and I really need more, both money and sanity. Okay time to go. I slip into the black pumps, peer out the window to confirm the predicted rain has not materialized, which means my hair will stay in place and not frizz up. Good, my teeth don’t show any lipstick smudges. My hands smooth down the black silk dress, what there is of it. Nicest dress I’ve ever owned. Another perk. I wonder if I have to return it if I don’t make the grade?
If I don’t get this job I don’t know what I’ll do.
I lock the door behind me.
Blogophilia week 8.5 – “Stellar Nights”
(Hard, 2pts): mention a type of perfume
(Easy, 1pt): include burning bridges