A few years ago, I applied to work as the head coordinator of a summer day camp. I had worked at day camps since the age of 13 years old, and I was 23 at the time. I woke up early, got ready, put on my good pair of pants, threw on my genuine smile, and headed out the door. I sat in the waiting room for a good twenty minutes until a nice woman wearing a red dress, approximately 5’6, 40-years-old, escorted me to a tiny office room in the back of the first floor.
At first she left me in the room and closed the door. Paranoia sparked the neurons in my brain and I looked up and down at the grey, old walls in front of me. My nerves excited themselves as I waited, and waited, for the interview process to commence. (more…)