Recently I turned seventeen, a feat which I didn't think would affect me very much. In birthday's, as rule I don't really celebrate nor even feel any different, however a couple of weeks after my birthday this year, I had a little panic attack.
On the eve of my 17th birthday I realised that I haven't celebrated my birthday since before I was about 12. This depressed me a little. However, after being reassured by my mind that I will have a big celebration when I'm eighteen (an age deemed by all my friends as 'the golden age') I fell asleep, and woke up to a way too energetic younger sister, and rather sleepy mother, I had an absolutely lovely day, and yummy dinner at Coal, which I would definitely recommend.
Skip a few weeks and I am having an interview at Debenhams. After being scared for a whole two days anticipating said interview, I arrive early and jittery, after drinking two bottles of lucozade energy, my favourite cancer inducing drink, to appear awake and eager. After arriving 15 minutes early, I sit down in the corridor of one of the hallways (in Debenhams' "staff only" area) and wait awhile for my interviewer. During the next 20 minutes I wait, I slowly get more and more terrified, going over my research about the store in my head, scared I would forget the one thing she'd ask. When she comes out and escorts her to a small room with copious amounts of paperwork and cork boards, a couple of chairs and a desk, I relax somewhat, as small spaces make me feel safer. I know I'm weird.
After bumbling through the interview and of course, forgetting everything I wanted to say, I left.. hopeful, but realistically disappointed already. A day later I went out for an Indian with my friend and family, and left my phone at home. Getting home I looked at my phone, saw a missed call and immediately jumped to conclusions that it was the interviewer and I had forever lost my chance and was going to be unemployable for the rest of my life.
The next day I had my first driving lesson at the crack of dawn.. Ten o'clock. As I sluggishly got myself dressed and showered, breakfasted and brushed (not in that order, and when I say brushed, I mean my teeth, I'm not a horse..) I waited next to the door in anticipation.
10.00am
10.01am
10.03am
Driving instructor 3 minutes late, I go to pour myself orange juice, figuring if he's this lax, I've still got time. Drinking my orange juice, my phone rings. Figuring it's my dad, I pick it up.
Blocked number
Debenhams. omgomgomgomg!
Reaching for the answer button, I look up, to see the driving instructor arriving. In my crazed state, I not only answer the phone and mumble something incoherent, but I open the door and wave into the face of a man I have not even met, and am going to be spending the next two hours in an enclosed space in. Luckily, he is cool and just smiles and awkwardly half-steps into my house, while I am rambling down the phone to the poor woman on the end. Here is a dramatic reenactment of what went down. I have referred to her as Sally for unknown reasons, just because I'm cray like that. It is as follows:
Sally- "Hi Charlie, this is Sally from Debenhams!
Charlie- "Oh, hi, hi, hi! Opens door Come in, come in, sorry I'm *mumble* job, phone. Yes, sorry, yes?
Sally- "I'm calling today to-"
Charlie- Sorry, are you there? Is this-? Tea? Would, yes would you like some? No?"
Sally- "Is this not a good time?"
Charlie- "I am so sorry, it's not the best time, just about to have a driving lesson.. Are you sure no tea?"
Sally- "No, that's fine, we'll have..."
Charlie- "..Is it okay if I call you back in a bit? Thank you! Bye!"
Sally- "Sure, okay if I-"
End call.
The lesson thankfully took my mind off things, I was concentrating on being totally awesome at driving, (and not stalling once thank you muchly!) that I didn't think about it till I was home. Then I did what I always do in these situations. I fretted. I fretted for approximately an hour and a half, up until they called me and told me congratulations, inductions in June.
But now back to my earlier point, I am now 17, I have a car, a job and I feel old.
Soon it'll be bloody taxes.
NO.
P.S: I must thank Debenhams for choosing me as their new sales assistant, you won't be disappointed. <3 ALOTTA LOVE.
Happy reading butterballs!
