I sigh, pushing all the air out of my lungs. My interviewer has just emailed me that his wi-fi is terrible, and that our video call will now be a simple, old-fashioned phone call. So there’s no one to see that I’ve put on pants—pants that are cinching a little too tightly around my waist. I’ve swapped my oversized nightshirt for a collared polo. My makeup job is decent, and I’ve gone around my head with a flat iron, smoothing out every strand of hair. And now no one’s going to see except my cat, who doesn’t care anyway.
Stefanie Fair-King loves coffee, books, cats, and Oxford commas. She has degrees in English, philosophy, and liberal arts. She and her husband live in Texas.