I go to Costa and order a Latte and poppy seed muffin before asking if they have any job vacancies – there weren’t any signs in the window. The girl behind the counter tells me that they don’t and I begin to feel embarrassed. I take my coffee and go and sit over on a bar stool in front of the open window looking out onto the high street. The track changes on the stereo and it is soft folk music. It sounds like a mobile phone advert.
I’m still feeling the sting of embarrassment after asking if they have any jobs available. I feel the barista’s laughing eyes burning into my back. I think about just leaving my endless coffee and getting out of there. Then I freeze.
Out of the front window I think I see my ex walking down the road. He has been at university for the past nine months now. I haven’t heard a word from him since he left.
It was his idea to break up, but to tell you the truth, I was relieved when we did. I was always looking at it from an outside perspective and thinking how weird it all was.
I feel the panic run through my body at the thought of having to talk to him. He probably doesn’t want to talk to me either. I’m nervous. I slide off the stool to go to the toilet and take a final look out the window just so that I am certain it is him, but he’s not there anymore.
I go to the toilet anyway so I have some time to sit down and collect myself.
After I leave the coffee shop and go to the next one, twenty meters down the road. There’s a handwritten sign in the window that reads: ‘Waitress required. F/T. Experience essential.’ Etc.
I take a CV out of my bag and walk in. There are three people behind the counter: two girls and a guy. The shortest girl comes over to me and asks if she can get me anything. I ask if the job in the window is still available. She says yes and I hand her the CV that I have in my hands. She holds in straight in front of her face, looks at me and smiles.
‘Great!’ she tells me. ‘We’ll probably call you in a couple of days to let you know when interviews are.’
I leave the shop feeling excited. I go home.
I’m still feeling the sting of embarrassment after asking if they have any jobs available. I feel the barista’s laughing eyes burning into my back. I think about just leaving my endless coffee and getting out of there. Then I freeze.
Out of the front window I think I see my ex walking down the road. He has been at university for the past nine months now. I haven’t heard a word from him since he left.
It was his idea to break up, but to tell you the truth, I was relieved when we did. I was always looking at it from an outside perspective and thinking how weird it all was.
I feel the panic run through my body at the thought of having to talk to him. He probably doesn’t want to talk to me either. I’m nervous. I slide off the stool to go to the toilet and take a final look out the window just so that I am certain it is him, but he’s not there anymore.
I go to the toilet anyway so I have some time to sit down and collect myself.
After I leave the coffee shop and go to the next one, twenty meters down the road. There’s a handwritten sign in the window that reads: ‘Waitress required. F/T. Experience essential.’ Etc.
I take a CV out of my bag and walk in. There are three people behind the counter: two girls and a guy. The shortest girl comes over to me and asks if she can get me anything. I ask if the job in the window is still available. She says yes and I hand her the CV that I have in my hands. She holds in straight in front of her face, looks at me and smiles.
‘Great!’ she tells me. ‘We’ll probably call you in a couple of days to let you know when interviews are.’
I leave the shop feeling excited. I go home.
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