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I missed the train. Just my luck. I specifically timed 1 hour 30 minutes to get to the interview and it looks like I’m going to be late. Just great, fucking great. I drag my feet to the platform as clearly there isn’t a reason for me to rush. I put my headphones in and start listening to my R&B playlist on Spotify. I imagine finally leaving the dreaded workplace I go to every day, no more micromanaging or microaggressions.

5 minutes to go until the train arrives. I notice a guy in his suit looking over at me, it makes me feel uncomfortable, there is definitely something on my face! I grab my mirror to make sure that my makeup hasn’t smudged or my wig hasn’t shifted, thankfully all is okay. I look back and I see him quickly turn his head. I obviously caught him staring and he thought he was being sly. I hate it when people do that.

Finally, I see the train approaching in the distance, I’m so eager to get on. I really need this job. I need to get away from where I work. I need to get to this job interview.