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 …