I had two job interviews yesterday. One in the early, out in farthest Langley, one right after, straight downtown. Ray met me at the end of the Skytrain line and we poked about an antique shop that smelt of the old abandoned hospital. A sweet smell, associated with medical abandonment, age, and cloying decay.
The interview was mediocre. Ray left while I was in with the talkative young man. I wasn’t lying like he wanted me too. Honesty wasn’t expected on certain questions, I could tell.
The transit ride into the city was ridiculous, almost two hours to get from one end to the other. My busride took me right past Michele Chattaways place, though, and that made me smile. Frolicking footsteps with James to visit her, giggling across the very long walk.
The second interview went very well. I truly believe I have a chance. I was so bouyed by the thought of bringing back a job, that I went and bought you a flower – delighted to have found something small to brighten your day. I remembered soon though, there is no You to bring it to anymore. He’s been erased. Aubrey is dead.