I was a mess when I woke up for my interview with Gail Stanton. First, I noticed my alarm had not rung. Then, I noticed Sandy was not up either. But she doesn’t begin her classes until 10:00 a.m. today.
I gasped heavily as I looked at the clock and realized it is already 7 a.m. Okay, I need to take a quick shower if I hope to make my interview before classes begin. Darn it, I should have gone right to bed last night, but instead I stayed up writing and reading. Oh, there is so much to do this Monday morning. I just don’t know if I can even find the time.
I tried not to make too much noise while I look for what I need to wear, but it’s too late.
Sandy poked her head out of her bedroom. “Mia, you here?”
“Yes, Sandy. Sorry for the noise,” I said while grabbing my clothes to get ready.
“It’s okay. I am used to getting up early.” Sandy must be able to see me shaking. I knew she could tell I’m not emotionally ready for an interview. “Mia, first take a deep breath.”
My cheeks began to get hot once again.
“I thought you were having a panic attack of some type. Here, drink this,” she said as she handed me some water. “Now, go and take your shower.”
“Okay. Thanks, Sandy.”
She smiled. “That’s what friends are for.”
The warm water calmed my nerves somewhat. I loved the quiet and tranquility of standing in the shower. I embraced the smell of my jasmine body wash. I’ve always loved that scent.
As I dried off, I glanced up into the mirror and am shocked at just how much my hair has grown since last summer. Not that having it long is a bad thing, but I wanted to make a good impression, so I pull it up.
I am so nervous.
“Mia, you almost out?”
“Yes, Sandy, I am.”
“Good. I had some nice tea for you.”
“Yes, I am sure this will help to soothe your nerves.”
I’m not a big tea drinker, but I heard it could help calm you down, unlike coffee, which always revs you up. “Sounds good. Thanks, Sandy.”
I’m not able to have a long chat with Sandy since I have to leave before 7:45 a.m.
“Well, Mia. I know you have to go now, but I will meet you after your last class today for dinner, and then you can tell me how it all went.”
“Okay, I have Alona Neal’s Contemporary class last.”
“Best of luck, Mia.”
“Thank you. See you later.”
I was just grateful that, in spite of my late start I could get myself out the door in time for my interview.
Oh, I pray it all works out.