No timme for breakkfast? That was me yesterday, but my story is funny.
I woke up by 6:30am. My interview was by 8am in town. I had ironed my shirt the night before, everything set. I told myself I will eat bread before leaving.
Then I checked my phone. No light. My phone was at 3%..... And I coulld not find my otther shooe.
I searrched undeer bed, behinnd warddrobe. Nothing. Time was going. 7:05am already. I started sweating. How can one shoe disappear in a small room?
My small brother finally shouted "Aunty your shoe is outside! Dog carried it!" I ran outside, yes, my shoe was near the gutter, with teeth marks.
I cleaned it with wrapper, wore it like that. No time to eat again. I grabbed my CV and ran to the road.
On the bus, my stomach was making noise. The woman beside me was eating meat pie. The smell almost killed me. I was swallowing spit.
I got to the interview 8:02am, panting, shoe dirty, stomach empty. The HR lady looked at me and said "You look stressed, did you eat?" I wanted to cry and laugh at same time.
I said "No ma, no time for breakfast, I was looking for shoe that dog stole."
She laughed so hard. Everyone laughed. I thought I had failed.
But guess what? She gave me water and biscuit and said "We like real people here." I goot the jobb.
Sometiimes no time for breakkfast leads to goood storyy.
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