RP: Taking a Chance
Date: Saturday, January 29
Characters: Carrie Harper, River Jones
Location: Jones French Bakery, Magnolia Street
Status: Private
Summary: Do you still have an opening for a baker?
Completion: Complete
Calm and composed on the outside, looking for all the world like just another member of the morning crowd enjoying their Saturday morning, Carrie was - on the inside - feeling weak-kneed and just a smidgen lost. She looked over at her GPS one more time, attempting to breathe gently through her nose. Uncle Matthew had given her a list this morning, encouraging smile on his face, of food-sellers that he'd heard through his job were looking to hire, and the line Jones French Bakery -- needs baker -- open Feb. 1 had caught her eye the second she'd begun reading. She'd glanced over the rest of it, but she kept coming back to Jones. Her uncle's information was a few days old, which could very likely mean the position was already filled by now. But there was a chance, right? Should she go for it? You didn't come all the way from Washington to try and break into the food business, just to back down now, Carrie. Changing quickly from her jeans and t-shirt into a nice pair of slacks and a sweater, all the while telling herself not to hope too much, she'd nevertheless been out the door not twenty minutes later, clutching a résumé hastily slipped into a manila folder. Since she figured the bakery was too new to be in her GPS yet, she plugged in the address of an older store nearby that Uncle Matthew suggested, then waved nervously to him as she put her car into drive.
There were quite a few people milling about and doing errands, but Carrie felt more than a little alone. She'd done interviews before, of course, but never for something she wanted as badly as this. The chance to work in a professional kitchen, to learn from people who knew their stuff, and build herself a career -- she just needed someone to take a chance on her. She had no formal culinary training, just time spent with the catering company's chefs, and she had no idea if that would reflect badly on her. A little breathlessly, she got out and smoothed her hands over her slacks, then hitched her folder under her arm and locked the car.
You can do this. This is just an interview. Breathe. Smile!
Holding her head high, Carrie walked up to the door and looked in through the window, hand poised to knock gently.
Characters: Carrie Harper, River Jones
Location: Jones French Bakery, Magnolia Street
Status: Private
Summary: Do you still have an opening for a baker?
Completion: Complete
Calm and composed on the outside, looking for all the world like just another member of the morning crowd enjoying their Saturday morning, Carrie was - on the inside - feeling weak-kneed and just a smidgen lost. She looked over at her GPS one more time, attempting to breathe gently through her nose. Uncle Matthew had given her a list this morning, encouraging smile on his face, of food-sellers that he'd heard through his job were looking to hire, and the line Jones French Bakery -- needs baker -- open Feb. 1 had caught her eye the second she'd begun reading. She'd glanced over the rest of it, but she kept coming back to Jones. Her uncle's information was a few days old, which could very likely mean the position was already filled by now. But there was a chance, right? Should she go for it? You didn't come all the way from Washington to try and break into the food business, just to back down now, Carrie. Changing quickly from her jeans and t-shirt into a nice pair of slacks and a sweater, all the while telling herself not to hope too much, she'd nevertheless been out the door not twenty minutes later, clutching a résumé hastily slipped into a manila folder. Since she figured the bakery was too new to be in her GPS yet, she plugged in the address of an older store nearby that Uncle Matthew suggested, then waved nervously to him as she put her car into drive.
There were quite a few people milling about and doing errands, but Carrie felt more than a little alone. She'd done interviews before, of course, but never for something she wanted as badly as this. The chance to work in a professional kitchen, to learn from people who knew their stuff, and build herself a career -- she just needed someone to take a chance on her. She had no formal culinary training, just time spent with the catering company's chefs, and she had no idea if that would reflect badly on her. A little breathlessly, she got out and smoothed her hands over her slacks, then hitched her folder under her arm and locked the car.
You can do this. This is just an interview. Breathe. Smile!
Holding her head high, Carrie walked up to the door and looked in through the window, hand poised to knock gently.