Her coffee cup slipped right out of her hand and smashed into a thousand pieces on the kitchen floor, startling her cat, Maxwell.
"Dammit", she muttered. Today was not starting out the way she intended. She had hoped to wake up early, sit down with her coffee, and just settle in before she needed to begin the day. Instead she woke up late, stepped in a hairball, and spilled coffee all over, breaking one of her favorite mugs. Maybe it was stress. Maybe she was just distracted, either way she knew she needed to get a grip.
"Get it together!", she scolded herself, "today is a big day for you".
And it was a big day, she had an interview for her dream job. When she read the job listing she was hesitant, doubting her skills and experience. Then she remembered something her mother had always said, the worst they'll say is no and then you're no worse off than before. And with that sage advice she had submitted her application.
She waited impatiently for three weeks before she started to give up hope until two days ago she received a call asking if she was free to come in for an interview. At first she thought they had the wrong number yet the more she listened she realized that this was a reality. They were calling her! She was going to be interviewing for her dream job!
After cleaning up the mess and changing her clothes for the tenth time she was finally ready to head out the door. It was now or never. She wanted this job so badly. It was everything she was looking for - the salary, benefits, commute.
While waiting for the train she tried to stay calm and collected, recalling all of the reasons why she was the best candidate for this job. She hadn't graduated with Honors, no, but she certainly wasn't at the bottom of her class either. Her resume spouted her experience and although none of them were the job for her, they gave her the knowledge, and confidence, she needed.
Staring out the train window hope was starting to replace fear. It was going to be hers. She never let herself believe in anything so foolish, but this time, something about it—she just couldn’t quite shake the thought that it just might be real….