Getting hot at the coffee shop

The alarm blared at me from my nightstand and I smacked it several times before it finally turned off. Rolling over I looked at the ceiling, contemplating if I really needed this job. The bills piling up on my counter said that I did. As much as I hated to do it, I forced myself out of bed. Showered and dressed, I looked myself over in the mirror. I finally had an interview after weeks of applying to every job I ran across on the job board. I paired a white blouse with a black pair of dress pants and pulled my hair back. Scowling I looked at the wrinkles on the pants . I knew I should have ironed them or at least threw them in the dryer but there was no time for that now. If I didn’t leave soon I would be late for my interview and I knew that would quickly cost me the job I so desperately needed. Once in my car, I pulled my phone out and added the directions into my maps so I could use the gps to get there. I had never actually heard of this place or been there. All that I knew was that it was a coffee shop and they were looking for a barista. I had never worked at a coffee shop but I waitressed once so I assumed it would pretty much be the same thing. Fixing someone’s morning latte couldn’t be that hard. After ten minutes and a few wrong turns (stupid redirecting gps) I pulled in front of a small strip mall. Right smack in the center was the coffee shop. I circled around trying to find a parking space and finally found one beside a beat up old Chevy. Pulling into it was an absolute nightmare. Whoever parked here obviously thought they owned the parking lot because they were halfway across the line. “Asshole” I muttered to myself as I eased my Nissan in beside it. Hopefully they wouldn’t open their door into mine and ding it. My car was one of my most favorite belongings; especially since it was paid off. Flipping down my mirror, I checked my makeup one last time and finally exited the car. After five steps I tripped up over the curb and almost face planted. I knew I should’ve worn flats but heels always seemed to be what people wore in the movies when they landed the job so I thought maybe luck would be on my side. Of course that wouldn’t be true if I broke my neck before I even got inside the building. Looking around to make sure no one had seen my near death experience, I straightened myself back up and started once more for the coffee shop. Standing back from it I soaked it in. It was a quaint little setup with brown bricks and big glass windows. Right across the top was a huge red glowing neon sign that proudly proclaimed Beanz alongside a coffee cup. It didn’t flash like I expected but there was steam that would rise out of the coffee cup before disappearing and starting all over again. I nodded. This seemed like a cute little place to work. I hadn’t even stepped inside yet and already it felt like it would be casual and laid back. I mean, who would set up a cup like that and name their shop Beanz if they didn’t have a decent sense of humor? Finally I stepped inside so I could find out.