Late For My Interview

As my alarm clock went off, I realized I was late for my job interview.

I jumped in the tub to take a shower.

The hot water faucet did not work.

Cold water gushed over my body.

I really should have stayed home.

Five minutes later I jumped in my car.

I turned the ignition and sped down the road.

Rain fell. My wipers did not work.

I called my interviewer, was thirty minutes late.

I really should have stayed home.

I walked in the door hanging my head.

My interviewer did not say a word.

I sat down. My legs fidgeted.

With a knot in my throat, I looked straight ahead.

Each time I was asked a question,

I muttered words under my breath,

Wanted to speak softly but could not.

I kept tapping my feet on the floor.

Knowing I made a fool of myself,

I really should have stayed home.

I talked to myself as I left.

Feeling low, unable to forgive my behavior.

I must not be fit to work at that job, I sighed.

I had shown no emotion,

Not even a smile appeared.

The clothes I wore were not my best.

Move on I had to do.