Well today was filled with unusual sorts of events in which occurred during the time I spent applying to several jobs. I am currently employed at a taco shop and I love it. Okay no it’s just alright I suppose. The fact of the matter is that it’s about 20 minutes from where I live, and that’s not good enough because I have to pay for the gas that my vehicle drinks every time I go to the taco shop. Anyways, after the first few places I applied to I felt like I was boss, because the mangers I spoke with seemed interested and impressed. So while I was on my way to the last place that I needed to turn my application to, I felt as though I needed assistance with my self confidence so I turned on the radio and jammed to my favorite independent station. When I arrived I got out of the car, slammed the door, locked it, approached the door to the restaurant swung it open with ease as if I was familiar to the restaurant and had been working there for a good time. I marched up to the register, then looked to see if there was anyone around to help me. A man appeared from a bar to the right of the room, he asked how I was doing and what I would like to start off with. I asked to speak to the manager, the man positioned himself behind the register and stated, “I am the manager.” I was like “Oh, sorry…hi I’m Elyssa.” I forced my lips to curve into what I knew as a fake smile, and reached out my hand towards the man trying to greet him politely. “Hi I’m PJ” he replied kindly. Now the next few words were a bit odd to start a conversation off with a person that I was trying to impress. I spoke as if I was a secret shopper who was investigating the place. I laid my hands down on the desk, “Now, I have a few questions….(long pause) okay so I was wondering if you were hiring or when typically do you hire people for the position of a cashier?” Then he asked if this paper I had laid on the desk was an application for the restaurant and while a told him so, my forefinger slightly brushed the paper and left a blob of blood. I was horrified and embarrassed beyond belief, because not only did I notice it, but I could tell by the look on the managers face, his eyes bulging and with an expression that read “wow really?”, told me he noticed it too. I quickly forced my finger into the fist I made to try and stop the blood from continuing to flow and flipped the paper over as means of hiding the stain. I tried my best to continue the conversation, but there was no landing the tragic take-off of my speech with this fellow, especially since my cheeks were feeling rather hot. I was so flush that I probably could be featured as the airhead on the company’s candy wrapper.