Shit, shit, shit. I was on my way to an interview and now i’m stuck in traffic. Ugh i really need this job i can’t afford to be late today. The dashboard reads 11:03, the interview is at 11:15 and im 10 minutes away. There is no chance i’m getting there on time and this pathetic conga-line of cars doesn’t look like it’ll be moving anytime soon. Sighing, I grab my starbucks coffee and have a sip, one i’m really starting to regret buying. £8, for a drink! Am i going absolutely insane? That’s £8 i could’ve put towards petrol to get to this stupid interview. I really wanted to just turn around and go home now, i’ll just ghost the place and hope they don’t remember me if i ever end up applying there again. But i don’t, somehow.

11:12. Three minutes, i am so done for. What am i going to say to the person i was imagining being my future employer when i am an hour late to my 20 minute interview. My patience has run thin, i honk at the driver in front of me and pull in front of him, i repeat this more times than i can count ,swerving in front and away from cars like im james bond. Sure i got a few middle fingers, an ear full of profanity and a cocophany of honks in return, but i did what had to be done.

By the time i actually arrived at the place i was having my interview, it was 11:34. Life is really not on my side. i turn off the engine, step out of my car and shut the door with a thud. Then i open my scratched up boot to retrieve my messenger bag. Not like i’d be needing anything that’s inside of it. As sun rays hit it, the glass sparkles and shimmers, blinding me and causing me to shield my face as i walked inside.

I was about to undo myself from my half brace position when i heard someone call out to me.

“EMMAAAAA!! OH MY GOD GIRL YOUR BACK FROM MATERNITY LEAVE FINALLY IVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH.”

I’m not emma. I’m not friends with anyone called emma, i don’t think ive ever even met someone called emma.

“OH YES QUEEN BODY IS LOOKING TEAAA, MEN WOULDVE GONE TO WAR FOR YOU MAMAAA.”

I’m 23, i don’t even have any children. But atleast i know i should probably start hitting the gym more often.

“Okay baddie love to see you back! I’ve got to get back to work now, but i must tell you that whilst you’ve been gone you and Brad have switched offices so yours is now 2nd floor on the right. See ya laterrr!!”

“I-I’m,”i studder. Attempting to explain to this random woman i am infact not Emma but a random woman who has come here for an interview; but nothing of sense comes out.

“Emma oh honey are you nervous? Come on i get change can be scary but nothing can be as scary as naturally delivering that 9 pound baby of yours.”

Damn that Emma has willpower.

She grabs my hand, interlocking her fingers in mine as she pulls me up these creaky wooden stairs and up towards a very important looking office.

“ Paul’s wrote you a note of what you’ve gotta get done honey okay bye!!”

She pushes me inside the office and locks it from the outside. Oh no, oh no no no. I am now completely and utterly trapped in a random building with a to do list i am most likely not qualified to complete and no way to get out.

Feeling like i’ve just been slapped in the face, i slump down into my chair and pull it towards the desk. This office, i cant lie, is really nice, A nice mix of modern with abit of character. And the laptop must be the nicest newest piece of technology i’ve ever used. It’s already logged in to Emma’s email which is a relief, so i look down at the to-do list that this paul guy has apparently wrote me, well Emma but you get the jist by now.

I’ve got too write some emails, do some profit margins and i’ve got a call with a potential investor at 12. WAIT 12??? i look at the corner of the computer and it is 12:07. Oh shit. Oh no. I am so done for.

I have no clue what to write for the emails, since these people are closely acquainted with Emma she’s built some type of client relationship with them. One i probably should not interject in. Nor do i know the profit margins, i don’t even know how to access the figures the company makes as a whole nevermind in profit. I’m so screwed and i know it. So i await my fate and swizzle around on my chair, daydreaming on what life could’ve looked like if i had just turned around and gone home.

I wasn’t waiting for long, around 3 minutes, it took before i heard the key turn and the door slam open. This door slammed so hard i swear the walls shook. I wouldn’t be surprised if it left a dent but i didn’t get the chance to investigate that theory.

“EMMA!!”, the voice bellowed, spit flying out of his mouth. If i’d have had my eyes closed i could’ve swore it were raining indoors.

“GOOD JOB EMMA, YOU HAD A CALL AT 12 WITH THE BIGGEST POTENTIAL CLIENT OF ALL TIME AND YOU COMPLETELY MISSED IT, THATS IT YOUR GETTING A WRITE UP.”

Once he’s finished with his angry man speech he takes a closer look at me.

“Emma, since when did you get that mole on your cheek lazered off, wait.. Emma doesn’t have blue eyes. WHO ARE YOU???”

I’ve been caught red handed, but the thing im truly thinking about is why have they given this important call to Emma when she evidently isn’t even here to do it? Real good managerial skills that.

I attempt to explain that this is all a big misunderstanding and he is having none of it, he’s shouting at me saying he’s going to charge me with identity theft as he grabs my collar and pulls me down the stairs alongside him. The woman at the front desk looks at us both with shock as this guy explains i am infact not Emma just a concerningly good doppelgänger. She looks at me with shock and shakes her head before going back to her work, typing vigorously. The man takes me outside and throws me down onto the gravel. Scratching the entirety of my left arm in the process, i look up at him, terrified.

“ IF YOU EVER STEP FOOT ONTO THIS PROPERTY AGAIN YOU’LL BE SURE TO REGRET IT.” I pick myself up quickly, dishevelled and hurt, and run to my car. I get into it and shut the door in a probably world record time and speed out of there.

Safe to say i didn’t get the job.