As I was walking towards the big building, I guess you could call it a skyscraper, I felt like I was going to hurl. I was about ten minutes late for my job interview and was freaking out. _I'm so not going to get that job_, I thought. There is no way. I walked through the super clean and shiny revolving doors and then walked towards the elevator. I pushed the up button, and while I was waiting for the elevator to arrive I thought of excuses for being late. _I was in a car crash and had to wait for the tow truck, or how about my father was practically dying because he forgot his medicine and I had to rush to the drug store to get it for him?_ Heh, those excuses would never work. The elevator opened and I walked towards the office. I pushed open the gleaming door and soon realized that this place was polished to perfection. I went to the front desk and told the receptionist I had a job interview. &quot;Gracie Colmane?&quot; she asked. &quot;Yes,&quot; I replied. &quot;You're late,&quot; she stated flatly. &quot;Yes I know.&quot; 2008-03-05T15:56:21Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/23386 <p>Ooh, I know that feeling well, so sickening to be late for something important. I thought it was a nice contrast between how bad the character feels and how shiny and perfect everything is in the building.<br />LoA</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/23386?basename=45696 2008-03-05T15:56:21Z THX 0477 http://ficlets.com/authors/thx_0477