Post by Archie on Jan 11, 2008 0:49:04 GMT
The Red Tree Inn wasn’t the best motel in the city but it had a decent enough bed, living space and most importantly it was within his modest budget, the savings of which were slowly being corroded away though the rent, food and other living necessities. Archie Burke wasn’t an extravagant sort of guy by any means, he was careful with his money without being actually stringy, but L.A. was proving to be far more expensive than he had previously anticipated and the idea of being able to afford staying here without a job for up to six months was proving more and more laughable.
Normally by this time of night, Archie would be sitting cross legged on the bed, checking his money compulsively, checking his blood sugar or phoning home. The swelling feeling of homesickness had been another thing he’d failed to anticipate, surprised by how much he missed his family and at the same time surprised that he was surprised – he’d always been close to them after all.
Tonight however he was holed up in the dingy little bathroom that his room came with, fingers gripping at the sink so tightly that his knuckles had paled to actual white, as he tried to strive off the feeling of impending doom and vomit. It would be fine, it had to be? So what if he had another interview soon, one that was for an actual important position for an important lawyer, not just a tiny independent firm like all his pervious experience and interviews so far. Archie didn’t know what had possessed him to even apply to the job in the first place. It wasn’t as though he felt he couldn’t do the work – Archie knew he was clever – but he couldn’t see how he could win the job over the no doubt stacks of people all fighting to have it.
The ad had intrigued him though and in a rare bout of ‘to hell with it’, he’d posted his application to one Marion Barnes, not really expecting to hear anything back aside from the polite rejection. The invitation for an interview had thrown him.
But he could do this. He could. And he would because showing he was as nervous as he was, wasn’t going to help him get the job. Archie breathed out slowly through his nose and then pulled in another breath through his mouth, trying his best to calm himself as he stared down the porcelain sink. He wasn’t going to throw up and he wasn’t going to make a fool of himself like in the last interview, something he absolutely, positively refused to dwell on.
Much.
Time seemed to be slipping past far too quickly, Archie giving a last shuddering exhale and forcing his finger’s to prise themselves away from the safety of the sink. If he didn’t leave now, he wouldn’t be five minutes ahead of time and that would never do.
Casting one last look in the mirror to reassure himself that his suit was still smart, that his black and green tie was still tight, Archie turned away and moved though his rooms, grabbing his briefcase and absently patting at his pocket to make sure his insulin pen was still inside.
Continued at: The Suburbs: The Colony: Marion’s Office – first floor of The Colony
Normally by this time of night, Archie would be sitting cross legged on the bed, checking his money compulsively, checking his blood sugar or phoning home. The swelling feeling of homesickness had been another thing he’d failed to anticipate, surprised by how much he missed his family and at the same time surprised that he was surprised – he’d always been close to them after all.
Tonight however he was holed up in the dingy little bathroom that his room came with, fingers gripping at the sink so tightly that his knuckles had paled to actual white, as he tried to strive off the feeling of impending doom and vomit. It would be fine, it had to be? So what if he had another interview soon, one that was for an actual important position for an important lawyer, not just a tiny independent firm like all his pervious experience and interviews so far. Archie didn’t know what had possessed him to even apply to the job in the first place. It wasn’t as though he felt he couldn’t do the work – Archie knew he was clever – but he couldn’t see how he could win the job over the no doubt stacks of people all fighting to have it.
The ad had intrigued him though and in a rare bout of ‘to hell with it’, he’d posted his application to one Marion Barnes, not really expecting to hear anything back aside from the polite rejection. The invitation for an interview had thrown him.
But he could do this. He could. And he would because showing he was as nervous as he was, wasn’t going to help him get the job. Archie breathed out slowly through his nose and then pulled in another breath through his mouth, trying his best to calm himself as he stared down the porcelain sink. He wasn’t going to throw up and he wasn’t going to make a fool of himself like in the last interview, something he absolutely, positively refused to dwell on.
Much.
Time seemed to be slipping past far too quickly, Archie giving a last shuddering exhale and forcing his finger’s to prise themselves away from the safety of the sink. If he didn’t leave now, he wouldn’t be five minutes ahead of time and that would never do.
Casting one last look in the mirror to reassure himself that his suit was still smart, that his black and green tie was still tight, Archie turned away and moved though his rooms, grabbing his briefcase and absently patting at his pocket to make sure his insulin pen was still inside.
Continued at: The Suburbs: The Colony: Marion’s Office – first floor of The Colony