It was a new day, a new start, thought Sam to herself as she slowly awoke to the sound of her blaring alarm. She turned it off and stretched lazily in the sunlight that was slowly creeping across her bedroom walls revealing their sunny yellow color. This was the time of day she loved best, the early morningā¦a time when she could relax and see the whole day laid out before her. She would contemplate it almost as an artist would a blank canvas. Today, however, her day had been half planned for her. She had a job interview at the city hospital for a nursing position which she had previously applied for. This would be the third interview she was going to. It seemed that no one was in need of other nurses, especially since she was just entering the field and didn't have a few years of experience at other hospitals as most of the new arrivals did. Sam didn't know what the problem was with her though. All of her friends who had studied with her had found good careers in some of the best hospitals almost immediately. Oh well, she thought. Maybe third time's the charm. She glanced over at her alarm clock, and was shocked to find that it was already nine. The interview was scheduled at nine thirty, which gave her about ten minutes to get ready. She hurriedly changed and did her makeup and hair. She knew that she was making herself late but, she reasoned, you had to look nice if you wanted to make a good first impression. By the time she got in the car, it was already nine twenty. Cursing herself for being late, she headed off in the direction of the hospital. From the outside, it looked as all hospitals do, clean well-kept with manicured lawns and entrances for emergency vehicles to the sides. Walking through the front door, though, she could see why they said that this was clearly one of the nicer hospitals in the country. As she entered she could see the whole hospital panned out before her, the elevators, the staff, and the wards. The floors were shining and everything looked very efficient and new. Quickly, she made her way over to the welcome desk.
"Excuse me, "she said, "I am here for the interview, can you tell me where I need to go?"
"Interviewā¦" the receptionist replied as she shuffled through shuffled through some papers, "I think that is in room 204, I'm new here, so I'm still finding my way around the place," she added to explain her blundering. "But I think the room you are looking for is on the third floor to the left." Sam said a hurried thanks and set off in the direction of the elevators. She stepped in and looked at her watch. It was already nine thirty seven. Just as the door was about to close, another young man stepped inside delaying her further. She fumed, but he seemed nice enough. He had dark brown hair and clear green eyes, and, guessing from his clothing, he was a doctor.
"Good morning," he said, "where are you going?"
"I need to be in room 204 for the interviews," Sam replied, "the secretary said that was on the third floor."
"You have to forgive Jen, she still doesn't know the place as well as she should. Actually, room 204 is on the 2nd floor to the left." he said pushing the buttons for the second and third floors.
"Thanks a lot," Sam said gratefully, "you saved me a lot of time, I was already late."
"No problem, and good luck with the interview," he said as the doors slid open.
"Thanks," Sam said as she stepped out. Hastily, she made her way to 204.
When she got there, she saw many other interviewees there, waiting to be called inside. In front of them stood a woman with a clipboard, whom Sam assumed must be the interviewer.
"This is the last call for Samantha Callaghan," she said as she surveyed the prospective nurses over her clipboard.
"That's me," Sam called out breathlessly. She was mortified when everyone turned to look at her and the interviewer said, with a slightly annoyed expression on her face, "you took your time to get here!" Sam followed her inside with her head down. So much for good first impressions, she thought to herself.