CHAPTER 1 - DESPERATION
The entire bar was filled with the raucous cheers of inebriated Seattle fans as the first half of the highly anticipated Seahawks-Rams game came to a thrilling end, with the Seahawks leading 14-13. The energy in the air was electric, and the atmosphere was charged with excitement. The passionate fans were living and breathing every moment of the game, but amidst all the jubilation, I found myself lost in my own thoughts.
Collin, my best friend, sat across from me in the cozy booth, immediately noticing my distracted demeanor. "Stop worrying about the interview tomorrow, Matt. They'd be insane not to give you the job."
I sighed, still swirling my beer in contemplation. "I know, but it still feels beneath me," I replied, voicing my concerns about the position I was interviewing for in the mailroom. After all, I had worked hard to earn a bachelor's degree in corporate finance, and this job seemed like a step backward in my career path.
Collin leaned in, trying to reason with me. "I understand it's not what you had in mind when you went to college, but it's a job, man. Remember, you mentioned that your savings can only last for two more months before you go bankrupt. You need this job."
Deep down, I knew Collin was right. Financial stability was essential, and I couldn't afford to be too picky at this point. "I need this job," I finally admitted, taking a large swig of my beer, trying to wash away the uncertainty.
"Good. Let's take your mind off the interview for now, so you can be more relaxed when they call you in," Collin suggested, directing my attention to a small group of elegantly dressed girls gathered near the bar. "What about those lovely ladies over there?"
Curious, I took a closer look at the girls. There were four of them, three brunettes and one blonde, all radiating charm and grace. One of them caught my gaze and waved at me, a friendly smile on her face. I returned the wave, but my mind was still occupied with my career concerns.
"Well, I've got game, but your approach, last I checked, was to knock a girl's drink into her lap," I teased Collin, trying to lighten the mood.
Collin laughed, recalling the mishap from a past encounter. "Grace Coolidge was the last girl you dated, and she broke up with you after only a month. And let's not forget the infamous freshman year when you tried to pick up Carrie Robbins, only to discover she was a lesbian."
I smirked at the memory, acknowledging the awkwardness of those situations. "Hey, didn't you just see that girl wave at me?" I pointed out the one who had greeted me, though she had returned to chatting with her friends.
Collin shrugged playfully. "Girls wave at babies; they don't take them to bed." He then took my beer away, trying to steer the conversation. "Look, maybe you should cut your losses; striking out with those ladies might knock you off your game for the job interview."
His words made me ponder for a moment. Should I risk getting entangled in romantic pursuits that might affect my confidence tomorrow? Taking a deep breath, I contemplated my options as I debated whether to confront Collin about his audacity to snatch my drink.
Finally, I made a decision. "I think you're right; I should call it a night. Besides, don't you have the conference in San Francisco to pack for?" I said, rising from the booth, trying to focus on the practical matters at hand.
"You're right," Collin agreed, getting up as well. "How about we get together here in a week to watch the Seahawks/Panthers game?"
"Sounds like a plan," I replied with a smile, grateful for Collin's friendship and the distraction he provided on this eventful evening.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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