As the alarm went off, almost simultaneously, Sam slammed the snooze button. No way it could be 6:00am already. Sam had just gone to bed what seemed like five minutes ago. No, that would be wrong. She had tossed and turned for about an hour and a half and well, you do the math. Ah, but it was morning. Samantha now could confirm this by the wafting odor of java coming from her preset coffeemaker in the kitchen. There was that darn “Buzzzzzz!!!” and again Sam’s hand automatically hit for another five. Five? She was sure it couldn’t have given her the first five; the clock gypped her of at least two minutes for sure. Why hadn’t she remembered to shut off the alarm anyway? Oh well, no more rest for the weary, apparently. She gave up because now, Sam was up.
Carefully she made her way past the many mounds of laundry she had been meaning to take down to the basement and do, just as soon as she got some quarters. Into the bathroom, brush those teeth and into the shower. As she washed her short-thick curly blonde hair, the blue-eyed twenty-five year old enjoyed the hot needles of water on her skin. It was bringing her back to life. One final crème rinse and a soapy body wash later, Sam was out and toweling down.
Carefully pouring her first cup of coffee, Sam searched the frig for some creamer and found the vanilla-flavored one in a container on a door shelf. Toasting an English muffin, she browsed the morning paper want ads. Now she remembered what caused her midnight shut-eye loss. She had to find a new job. It wasn’t like she forgot her rather abrupt work loss, oh no, she remembered that incident with pride. As she jellied her muffin, Samantha remembered how she came to the aid of a co-worker at Seligman’s Department Store, in the Girls Ages 4-12 department. Kendra was being soundly berated by a customer. All this over the fact that her daughter’s size was not available in a pair of jeans. Finally Sam could stand no more and intervened on Kendra’s behalf. Oddly, Sam did not even work in the department; she was enroute to lunch when she witnessed the woman’s tirade. Unfortunately for Samantha, a stuffed shirt store manager who believed in the adage that the customer, now matter how wrong, was always right heard Sam lace into the rude woman. To make the customer feel better, Samantha was dismissed on the spot. Kendra felt awful and tried hard to change the manager’s mind but Sam told her not to bother and stormed out.
She did not feel at all sorry about what happened at Seligman’s. She did not even feel remorse at losing her job. The thing that bothered Sam and had kept her up last night was the process of having to sell herself all over again to a new employer. This did not thrill Samantha at all. She was a confidant, comfortable in her own skin woman in all other aspects of her life. But interviewing, resumes and job hunting simply gave Samantha the willies. Some people freeze up on tests, some when they have to give a speech. Sam froze, always found the wrong things to say, while looking for employment. This was her personal Mt. Everest.
Just then, her doorbell rang. It was only 7:30am, who the hell could it be? Nervously, Sam peered through the peephole. Standing there looking suave and handsome in a three-piece blue serge suit was her neighbor, David Summerlin. Sam did not hesitate, despite being wrapped in her natty old bathrobe. She opened the door and smiled. “Good morning Sam”, David smiled back at her, “Am I too early?” “No” said Sam, looking up at him. “I lost my job yesterday and I was just checking the want ads, and having some breakfast. Care to join me for a coffee?” “No I can’t” he frowned. I’m on my way to the office. Listen” He said, handing her his business card. “You’re not going to believe this, but I have a job for you. You are perfect for it! That’s why I rang you so early. I can’t believe you’re available, what luck!” David said. Samantha stared down at his card and read, David Summerlin, Executive President and CEO, Summerlin Enterprises. She and David had always said hello and had polite conversations at the elevator, but this! Just barely concealing her jubilance, she asked, “When do I start?” Finally for once she was not hesitant to utter the right words and Samantha got the job.