I iron the skirt and pull it on myself. She is just in shape, for eight years I have not gained a single extra kilogram. Of course, so much time in the hospital to lie, and now also on a diet. I, like a bad one, take care of myself for no reason, I'm afraid of any exacerbations. I panic a little and call an ambulance.

I curl the eyelashes, tint the eyebrows, paint on the arrows. I smear my legs with body milk, so they look like I'm in pantyhose. I love it when I have bare legs, I only wear nylon socks under the Louboutins. Why in brackets, just where do I get the money for real Louboutins. Although once in a lifetime you can pamper yourself.

Once again I look at myself in the mirror. I'm all so elegant, so graceful, at least take pictures on the cover. I imagine how they will trample me in public transport and there will be no trace of my beauty. I won’t go by minibus, I’ll go by my own car, otherwise what is in the parking lot is already covered with dust.

I look into the far shelf, where the keys and registration certificate are. Tolya bought a car for our wedding. Collected donated money and bought. It’s a pity that on the mechanics, I didn’t control it, I was a fool. And he also boasted, they say, whoever drives a machine gun is not a man. Well, I'm not a man, I had to buy a machine gun. To Tolik's credit, it must be said that he did not take the car, he left it to me. It's just that I rarely ride it. I thought about giving her mother to the village, but she doesn't know how to drive, and does not want to study. But here I have nowhere to go and gasoline, to put it mildly, is not free. Where do I get extra money from? But today is the day when I will go by car. The main thing is not to get stuck. Especially on the mechanics it will be a fatal number for me.

I put my driver's license in my purse and once again cast a languid glance at myself in the mirror. What a beauty I am, I just changed how I put on makeup. It’s a pity that I’m already “a lame duck with a broken wing. I am Gray Sheika. I love this story, my mom used to read it to me when I was a kid. I have always dreamed of reading it to my children. But dreams don't always come true.

I leave the apartment and go down the elevator. Thank God I didn't meet anyone I knew. And then they will see me and begin to ask: “Where am I dressed like that?” You can of course answer that for an interview. But I prefer to hide until they hire me. And besides, they still won’t believe it, they’ll decide what else to go on a date or on the panel. Yes, you never know what rumors were spread about me. But I don't hold a grudge against anyone. Moreover, these rumors make me neither cold nor hot, after all, these are just rumors. But the worst has already happened, and the worst is already in the past.

I leave the entrance and find my typewriter in the very corner of the parking lot, where I left it. An old Mitsubishi Lancer with a manual. I will not blame Toliya, for which there was enough money, he bought it. I didn't earn more. And besides, he is still a good fellow, that he did not spend all the money. We needed them very soon after that. It was the most difficult half of the year in my life ... I will not remember everything anymore. What was, was, to hell.

“I myself say that I will not, and I myself remember. I'm really weird. I’d better think about the weather, it’s already the end of summer.”

“Hello, Yulechka,” a neighbor greets me.

“Hello Aunt Masha,” I smile. I always greet my neighbors and smile at everyone. I'm a good girl, I've always been a good girl, and I always will be.

- To the groom so dressed up, on a date? she smiles.

“Anything is possible,” I smile back. I'm at an interview for a new job.

- What position? - that's all you need to ask.

"But I don't know."

- SMM, this is a type of advertising agent on the Internet, - I explain in my own words, although I myself don’t fully understand what it means, but Katya promised to coach me.

“Here’s a smart girl, not like my slacker,” she shakes her head. - Say hello to mom.

“Of course,” I smile, “she also said hello to you.

“Oh Yulechka, when I see you, my heart rejoices, you are such a sun, you will raise my mood,” she sighs and moves on.

And I open the driver's door behind the wheel and sit down. There is no central locking here, no alarm or parking sensors, and there are also three, not two, pedals. Machine from the last century. But the main thing is that it is clean inside, although the outside is slightly crushed by dust. I haven't driven in a long time. If it stood under a canopy, it would be cleaner, but you have to pay for the canopy every month, and I don’t have extra money, everything goes to pills. And again the smile leaves my lips.

“No, no, no, no, not now,” I look at myself in the mirror and try to smile. I turn the ignition key, there seems to be enough gasoline, I don’t need to refuel. I turn on the radio and drive out of the parking lot. I drive well, though sometimes I confuse the pedals, it happens to me.

"By the way, what date is it today?" I quickly grab my phone and look at today's date.

- Bli-i-i-in! I get upset out loud. Yesterday the insurance ended, I still need to call in the insurance, or go in. But there is no time for that. Damn, what a waste of time. Okay, today I'll ride without insurance. I hope they don't stop me. And then I definitely won’t have enough for a fine, again I’ll have to borrow from my mother.

‍​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‍“Are you kidding with your luckiness to count on luck. Something bad is bound to happen." I must admit that I don’t believe in myself at all, it’s just that nothing good ever happens to me.

I'm sitting on the steering wheel. As much as possible, bulging my eyes, I follow the road.

“Please, please, please…nothing happened.” I beg you, just not today. I press my pectoral cross to my lips and kiss him. And then again I tint the lips with my favorite raspberry gloss with the effect of wet lips. I'm such a slut, judging by the way I got dressed and put on makeup. If only it would help me find a job. If only it helped.

“I’m even ready to sleep with him for this job,” I’m joking of course, I have a peculiar sense of humor. Although I have fantasies about sex for money. But it never goes beyond my dreams. If I wanted to go to the panel, I would have done it a long time ago, I had such an opportunity. Just imagine that different men will touch me and immediately all desire disappears. I am single. Like a swan, I love once and for all my life.

I type the address of Katyukhina’s work in the navigator and roll out onto the track, observe the speed limit and all possible rules. The level of attentiveness I have now is simply prohibitive, I'm really all in suspense. And not only because I am without insurance and on the mechanics, but also because the stupid interview does not give me peace of mind. I'm worried, I'm shaking all over. I stop at a traffic light and pass the green light. They signal from behind. Some even scream. And I just mutter under my breath:

“Now, now, now,” I select the desired gear. And here it is red again and we are standing again. A car goes around me and the driver shouts something to me through the open window, but I do not react. I close my eyes and inhale.

“Calm down, Yulechka, calm down,” I say to myself. I don’t miss the next green traffic light, but I miss the turn and now I have to drive 12 minutes longer. Damn, we need to speed up, so as not to be late.

“Don’t worry, God bless him with this interview, you don’t get into an accident.”

I remember how, as a child, I was worried before performing on stage, I thought I would lose consciousness. They even gave me ammonia to smell. This is my heightened sense of responsibility.

But as soon as the presenter announced my last name "Savash", and I took the first step, the excitement vanished. I best of all then told that rhyme and sang a song. And in general, I was smart, all the kids loved me, and my mothers set me as an example to their blockheads. And all the boys in the class, in turn, confessed their love to me. Later, Katyukhin's future husband confessed to everyone. He first proposed to Katyukha, and then admitted that he was secretly in love with me as a child. A trifle, but nice. She and Katya are such a beautiful couple and their children are beautiful.

"Damn turn" almost missed the sign, swerved at speed and got another horn past a passing car. He thinks, I suppose: "A woman is driving," and I, by the way, drive well. It's just rare, and besides, I'm worried now, I'm all on pins and needles. I drive up to the barrier and I don’t know where to go next, the navigator shows that I am there.

A guard comes out to meet me.

- Where are you going? He knocks on the window. I lower the glass and smile at him. He smiles back at me too.

“For an interview,” I say in a pretty little voice.

“Ahhhh, at System Capital…” a car drives past, making me unable to hear the full name of my future job.

"Nightmare. I'm going to get a job at a company and I don't even know what it's called. I'll have to ask Katyukha."

- Where can I park? I look at the crowded parking lot. Even a motor scooter won’t get up here, not like my rattletrap.

“Now, now,” he leaves somewhere and a barrier opens in front of me.

- Hey, sorry! - I shout after him, but I do not have enough strength to shout at him. My voice is good only to moan in bed, and not to scream on a noisy street with busy traffic.

- Hey! I called him again, but no answer. And it's almost twelve o'clock. Interview in five minutes. And I still have to park and find the main entrance. I don't want to be late on the first day. The first impression is usually the best one.

“I was, I wasn’t,” I made a decision and rolled into the yard. There is only one free seat and it is located at an angle to other cars. Couldn't they leave more space for parking, why is everyone crammed in here? I am annoyed by parking lots (especially underground ones) and traffic jams and everything connected with it.

"What doesn't annoy you?" I talk to myself and smile.

“Doing a manicure does not annoy me, I can touch up the cuticles for hours, I even get pleasure from it. I love creating beauty with my own hands.

“So maybe you don’t need to change jobs, you’re just in the right place.”

“So why should I work in a nail salon all my life. And it’s okay if they paid normally, otherwise I constantly don’t have enough money, I ask my mother. And I'm not really chic, so occasionally I like to treat myself. But if need be, I can do it.Just these constant examinations, procedures, pills, diet, sanatorium every year. I already can not stand this mineral water, but you can’t just take it and score it on yourself. I have to fight.

I park randomly (like a blonde) although I'm a brunette, I'm black. But I just don't have time to re-park. I'll leave the interview and put away my Lancer.