First Impressions
The ad seemed simple enough. "Help wanted. Full-time work in a professional atmosphere. Duties include but are not limited to..." All that corporate jazz. I wasn't in love with the work life, but my mom sure wanted me out of the house and working again, so I wore my best suit ready and made an appointment. I wasn't really thrilled with the suit. I was more of a dress girl myself, but hey, 'dress for the job you want.' And I wanted the job. Living rent-free with my mom sounded great in theory, but the lack of freedom was... restricting. She cooked the meals for the two of us, which was definitely kind, but... I kind of missed having autonomy over my own meals. If I skipped a meal, like a good mom, she'd ask why. Then I'd tell her I had a fast food meal with my friends, and even though she likely didn't care... some part of me just felt guilty. Staying out late wasn't something she forbade, but she was a light sleeper and I was kind of clumsy.