Deer In The Headlights

Alex's p.o.v

*One week since he quit his job*

It's been one whole week since I quit my job. To be honest, the week has been the best holiday for me. I would go out drinking some beer and meeting new people. I did visit Mary about twice in that week. It feels amazing to just sit down and relax. Just kick my feet up or use them to go buy beer, not worrying because I don't have a job. But now, today, I have to look for job. I knew what I wanted to be: A therapist. I just like the idea of helping people. I know I have the right qualifications, so it won't be a trouble getting that job. Also working at hospital will make it more easier for me to get in; with all the medicines and social things.

So here I am, sitting in the job centre waiting for a lady to come and talk to me about working.

It wasn't long until a young, attractive lady gestured me to come and sit at her desk. I got up from the fluffy chair I was on, and walked all the way across the room, following the short lady. We arrived at her desk and she offered me to sit. I smiled warmly to her and did what she said. I watched as she went behind her computer and started typing.

"It's Alexander Gaskarth, correct?" She asked, staring at me. I nodded, smiling ear to ear. She smiled back and looked back down at her computer.

"Well, what sort of jobs are you looking for, Alexander?" She asked after a while. I didn't want to correct my name. I didn't want to sound rude.

"I was thinking about becoming a therapist." I said honestly. She looked at her computer again. I looked down at my lap and waited for her to ask something else.

"Is there any reason why you would like to become one? Any interests that involve working as an therapist?" She asked kindly, her blue eyes meeting mine. I starred back into her before answering.

"There's just, there's something about possibly helping people recover from such an tragedy makes me feel...happy. I personally, haven't helped anyone recover before, but I feel like it would be an great opportunity. I love working with people." I spoke, looking down at the desk infront of me. I savored the look of it. It was an hazelnut colour, it was an really nice colour.

"Wow, that's quite a good piece of description, Alexander. I'm quite sure you'll get the job." She smiled gleefully. I felt all bubbles popping in my belly at the fact of maybe getting an job as a therapist.

It was ten minutes later when she told me she was going to ring for the nearest job as an therapist, and felt all giddy. I really hope I get this job.

When the lady, Jen, came back, she had a big smile on her face. This must mean good news!

"Alexander, you better get home. You have an job interview tomorrow at 5o'clock at the Baltimore Therapy Centre just down the road from here." She smiled. I couldn't contain all the excitement in me, so I got up and hugged her,saying thank you.

"You're welcome, Alexander." She said, hugging back. I pulled away and plastered a bigger, thankful smile on my face. We said goodbye and I headed out into town to buy some suitable clothes to wear for the interview.

I woke up that next day by the sun creaking through my window curtains. I smiled to myself, rubbing the sleep out my eyes before getting up. I looked over to the alarm to see it was ten o'clock. I had five hours until the job interview. I decided to get changed and make breakfast.

When it came to four o'clock, I was prancing around my room,collecting my interview clothes. I unfolded them and got changed quickly. I washed my face and hands, and sprayed myself with Lynx. Okay, I'm ready.

I arrived outside the big building where I had to have my interview at 4:45. I felt nerves and a little anxiety build up in me as I starred. The building was huge, but only three stories tall. I gulped back my spit loudly, and walked into the building.

I spotted the reception straight away. It was a lot different from the hospital one. This one was darker and had more people working at it. I felt my body shake as I made my way over to it.

"Hello?" I asked the receptionist. She looked up and smirked.

"May I help you, sir?" She asked, twirling her already curly blonde hair. I frowned a little.

"I'm here for an interview. The name's Alex Gaskarth." I chuckled nervously. She smirked again and looking down at her computer. I felt a herd of nerves surround me even more. I don't know if it was because the job, or the receptionist.

"Ah, ha! Alexander. You in room 233. It's all ready for you to be interviewed." She winked. I smiled weakly, saying thank you to the young lady. I walked over to the map, seen as no one told me where the room is, and found it was around the corner. Room 233, room 233, room 233. I kept repeating in my head. Room 233...

"Ah ha, room 233." I whispered to myself as I got to room 233. I gulped and knocked on the door. I heard shuffling and then a 'come in'

I opened the door and walked in. There was a small table with paper files on it. It wasn't a small room, but it wasn't big either. I smiled nervously to the tall guy with long ginger hair.

"Alexander, right? I'm Danny." The man said. I noticed he had an English accent and I shook his hand that he offered.

"Take a seat." He smiled. I walked over to the table and sat down.

"So Alexander, tell me about yourself and why you want this job."

Notes

A bit short! But is it obvious what's gonna happen? :p