Love, Rosie (59 page)

like
I
could
take
on
the
world
(never
ever
do
that
again)
so
I
proceeded
to

drop
my
CV
into
every
single
hotel
I’ve
ever
wanted
to
work
in
but
was

always
too
afraid
to
try.
Shame
on
you
for
giving
me
strength,
because
it

quickly
disappeared
and
I
found
myself
faced
with
a
million
billion
inter-

views
with
a
million
billion
snotty
companies
that
hated
me
and
my
cheek

for
even
thinking
I
could
work
for
them.

So
let’s
see,
which
embarrassing
interview
should
I
tell
you
about
first?

Hmm
.
.
.
there
are
so
many
to
choose
from.
Well
let’s
start
with
the
most

recent,
shall
we?
Yesterday
I
had
an
interview
to
work
at
the
reception
in
the

Two
Lakes
Hotel;
you
know
that
really
posh
one
in
the
city?
The
front
of

the
building
is
entirely
made
of
glass
so
you
can
see
the
big
bright
glistening

chandeliers
dripping
down,
from
miles
away.
At
nighttime
the
building
looks

like
it’s
on
fire,
it’s
so
bright.
The
restaurant
is
on
the
top
floor
so
that
you

can
look
out
over
the
entire
city.
It
really
is
very
beautiful.

But
it’s
also
one
of
those
places
where
there’s
a
guy
(actually
more
of
a

gentleman)
dressed
in
one
of
those
cloak
things
and
a
top
hat
who
stands
at

love,
rosie

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the
door
and
refuses
to
let
anyone
in.
It
must
have
taken
me
about
ten
min-

utes
just
to
get
inside
the
door,
he
just
wouldn’t
listen,
and
he
kept
saying

that
I
needed
to
be
a
resident.
Honestly,
how
could
anybody
ever
get
to
be
a

resident
if
they
don’t
let
you
in
the
door?
Anyway,
finally
he
let
me
in
and
I

nearly
slipped
on
the
marble
floor
that
was
so
shiny.

The
place
was
so
quiet
you
could
hear
a
pin
drop.
No,
I
mean
it
literally;

the
woman
at
reception
actually
did
drop
a
pin.
I
heard
it.
Well
I
suppose
the

hotel
wasn’t
that
quiet,
there
was
the
twinkling
sound
of
a
piano
filtering
out

from
the
lounge,
there
was
a
water
fountain
trickling
down
through
the

lobby
area,
the
sounds
were
just
so
calming.
It
even
had
all
those
giant
pieces

of
furniture
that
I
always
loved
as
a
child,
like
huge
mirrors,
gigantic
chande-

liers,
doors
the
length
of
my
apartment
wall.
When
I
stepped
onto
the
car-

pets
I
thought
I
was
going
to
bounce
up
to
the
balcony,
they
were
so
spongy.

I
was
seated
at
“The
Longest
Table
Ever”
for
the
interview.
Two
men