It's Monday…
The alarm clock rings loudly, waking me up from my slumber.
I fumble on the bedside table with my eyes shut trying to switch off the persistent alarm clock.
My fingers brush the cold metal of the heavy object and soon find the smooth power button which I immediately press and hold, silence ensuing immediately.
I heave a sigh as my hand falls back to the bed with a muffled thud.
If it'd been the weekend or one of those days I was without a job, I'd have drifted off almost immediately.
But, it's not the weekend and I am not jobless anymore.
I am to resume work for the first time in two years today and I am scared to death.
"Honey, you shouldn't be scared. It's because you've been cooped up all on your own and now Fate says it's time to get out into the world," Mother had told me.
I had nodded my head several times though I knew deep down that it was more complicated than that.
Though my relationship with Dan ended months before I lost my job, the aftereffects of those sad events have managed to dull the beauty of getting a job that I dreamed of. A job I'd have missed if Mother didn't force me to come out of my hole of sadness (dug by yours truly) and apply for the job which I eventually got.
Now, I have to face my fear of rejection and show up for work.
If someone were to look at me right now, they'd see a young lady getting ready for work like any normal person but inside me is chaos.
I get ready for work regardless. Mother has so much faith in me for me to get cold feet and resign before I even resume.
Taking a very long look at myself in the mirror, plus several deep breaths, I walk out the door hoping that I get infected with some of Mother's confidence.
"Good Morning!" The cab driver hails as he pulls to a stop for me to enter.
My eyes open wide as my thoughts scatter and I struggle to grab a hold of them. I'm not used to getting greetings from strangers.
It's like a jolt to the system.
"Oh, uh.. thank you. I mean, good morning," I clear my throat.
"You're welcome! Where are you headed?" He asks me.
"Vitcom Holdings, please," I reply.
"Ahh…I am sure you'll have a great day today at work," he says suddenly while smiling at me in the rear view mirror.
Why is this stranger nice to me?
I can't help but ponder.
But I can't help it, I return his smile.
"Thank you," I mutter.
After a long moment, I confess.
"It's my first day actually,"
His smile increased.
"That's great news. The company just got blessed."
A bubbly laugh slips from my lips, surprising me.
"You just wait, you'll be the best employee they ever had," his brown eyes twinkled.
"You're so kind. Thank you so much," I say to him.
He smiles and nods as he drives through traffic.
Suddenly I feel lighter, better. A heavy weight has been lifted off my heart and this time as I walk through the doors of Vitcom Holdings, I feel confident for the first time in two years.
Real, genuine confidence.
The cab driver was right.
I will have the best day today.
