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MY SWEETEST OBSESSION
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Dear Diary,
I'm going to get caught; I just know it.
My boss still isn't suspicious, but I'm a terrible liar, and I know that he'll catch on soon, and then what will I do? I need this job, and I can't afford to lose it.
He's been giving me more attention than usual, and I'm embarrassed to say that it took me a while to realize that he was interested in me. I've been trying to hide my crush on him since I started working for him, and I can't believe someone like him would want to be with me. Dating him feels like an unnecessary risk though.
I know that I can't be with him, but there's no harm in fantasizing about it....
Right?
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Pia
You’ve got this. Just win the interviewer over and go home tonight with a job. Any job.
I take a deep breath as I step off the elevator and into York Technology. It’s a busy place, and my palm starts to sweat as I see all the people bustling about. They all seem so put together, so confident and smart. I feel out of place next to them. Like an imposter.
I kind of am.
I smooth my black shoulder-length hair back, trying to tame any flyaways as I walk up to a bored-looking man holding a clipboard. It’s obvious that he’s in charge of organizing the interviews. He’s handsome with short blond-hair and dark brown eyes. He gives me a once-over as I come to a stop in front of him.
I wonder what he sees.
A college dropout?
A scared, nervous girl?
I paste a smile on my face, tipping my chin up and trying to appear confident as I check in for my interview.
“Hi, I’m here for my interview with Mr. York,” I tell him.
“Name?” He asks in an uninterested tone.
“Pia Lucian.”
“I’ll let them know that you’re here. You can take a seat over there.”
He points behind me, and I follow his finger towards a little waiting area that’s filled with other applicants. I swallow hard as I make my way towards them on shaky legs and plop down into the only available seat.
Everyone else is ignoring me. Maybe they’ve already sized me up and determined that I’m not a threat. Maybe they’re just focused on preparing for their own interviews.
I try to take a few deep, calming breaths, remembering what Lila told me this morning as I was getting ready.
Any company would be lucky to have you. You just need to remember that and you’ll start to portray confidence. Soon, you’ll be getting job offers left and right!
I can picture her frail, smiling face as she says it, and a wave of sadness threatens to crash over me and carry me out to sea.
The truth is that I need this job. My one at the diner near our apartment building is barely covering the bills, and with Lila getting worse, I need more money, a higher salary as quickly as I can get one.
She was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer a few months ago, and she’s been getting treatments ever since, but none seem to be working. There’s a surgery that she can get, but we need to be able to pay for it first.
