that sold lingerie to old ladies. Fitting an eighty six year old woman for a bra is a great weight loss method. You’ll never want to eat again. I find a spot in the visitor’s parking lot, then grab my portfolio with my resume and start to walk toward the entrance, unsteady on my one inch heels. Whatever Erika gave me last night knocked me out cold, and I’m still feeling the effects. I feel confident enough that I can slur my way through an interview, should one come from this venture. The air is brisk and my lips feel chapped by the time I walk through the sliding glass doors and up to the guard at the front desk. He’s an older man with a droopy white moustache and mismatched reddish hair. “Excuse, me, can you please direct me to human resources?” I ask him. “Sure can,” he says. “Down that hallway and it’s the last door on your left.” I thank him and head in that direction. Perhaps this will be easier than I thought. I expected him to ask whether I have an appointment, but I just get waved right through. In heels, the hallway goes on forever and ever and ever. When I walk in through human resources, my heart sinks when I see about twelve people waiting and filling out applications. They probably have appointments.
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