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my parents. I was terrified the first couple days of being up here that my mother would destroy the car, knowing that she was the only thing I still cared about left in Georgia. However, in between my father’s “this is absolutely ridiculous” and “you need to come home right now young lady” comments, I managed to convince him to help me send her up here. The only person who really didn’t care that I left was my sister. It’s like I fell of the face of the earth in her world, and now she had the ability to get further into our parents good graces. Not like she never wasn’t, but now they could pretend they were a happy family of three and not four.
     
     
    Standing in front of the small full length mirror on my closet door , I pulled and shuffled my shirt. I couldn’t decide if this was an appropriate look for my interview, considering I wore black slacks and white button down shirts whenever I was around Cynthia. This interview was with the NT Management Company, a big business in the entertainment industry. They were top notch management for the music industry, so I figured rocking my normal style would be okay for the job. Now, I stood second guessing myself. My black skinny jeans paired with my red chucks and matched my red and black Jane’s Addiction t-shirt that hung off my right shoulder, almost made me feel underdressed. I had pulled one side of my hair back and finished it with a little red bow, adding a softer flair to my t-shirt and jeans combo. My look wasn’t exactly business attire, but a music management company really wasn’t a suit and tie kind of place either.
    I had to be thankful that I scored this opportunity so quickly; considering I had an interview with Subway the next day and that really wasn’t my first choice for employment. I found the ad NT Management had placed during one of my countless hours stalking the “For Hire” section online. The advertisement stated they were looking for a PA, and when I sent them my resume, they immediately called to set up an interview. I did work for a crazy wedding planner back in Georgia, being someone’s bitch in a different corporate setting should be easy. Getting coffee, running errands, and picking up laundry were things I did well. Not to toot my own horn, but toot toot. It wasn’t rocket science doing simple everyday tasks. This job was going to be easy, as long as they liked me.
     
    I still had no sense of direction in this town, and could easily get lost if it wasn’t for my phone. Yes, Siri did try and tell me to walk off a pier the first night I was in this town, but after that little debacle, things had worked out just fine. Now, standing in front of the large glass building, was making me nervous. This was a serious company, not that I didn’t realize that before; but the beautiful location and even more gorgeous building were a quick reminder that I was nothing to this company.  Fiddling with my bag, I continued to stare at the mirrored glass doors. I needed to go in, get the job, and then celebrate that I could make it here in Seattle. It was like a life or death mission, minus the death part. I needed this job to start living here, and what stood in my way were those big glass doors.
    “I’m sure these doors are like a two way mirror, and I must look like an absolute nut case waiting outside. It gets even better because I’m talking to myself, and I’m sure that basically solidifies my certifiable craziness.” Shaking my head, I reached for the glass doors and pushed my way into the large bu ilding. Ready or not, here I am.
     
    Walking up to the receptionist desk made me want to vomit, or drink copious amounts of alcohol; not sure exactly which one. The tiny little thing behind the counter was exactly like my sister; blonde and perfect. Seeing her totally made me second guess my clothing selection.
    “Hi, um yeah, I’m here to meet with Mrs. Craft. I mean , I have an interview with Mrs. Craft.” My voice stuttered