The day

My shirt smelled oddly of mildew as I placed it on myself to embark on the day that would decide
my fate in outreach work. I walked down the street that stretches into baker and noted the early morning fog looming over the lake as I listened to my ipod and told myself I wasn't nervous. By the time I made it to the bakery, my sugar levels were dropping from lack of breakfast and I stopped to eat a quiche. The more I gnawed on that quiche, the more my stomach rumbled with a nervous anticipation. What was to become of this thing, this job interview that would shift my focus from stacking beans to taking stock of the situation, when dealing with a diverse group of people, many of which have had many a door close upon them. I approached a tall slim and well built manager and his supervisor as we sat in a dark dim lit office on miniature stools, the reasoning of which was due to the fact that the other office was unavialable