First Day of Work
First Day of Work (1st Draft)
“Happy!!! I am happy!” he yells in front of the mirror and keeps combing his hair. With a big smile he checks his clothes one more time. He adjusts his tie a bit, and turns off the lights. This is his first day at his new work place, and he is surprised to have gotten his dream job after that many years. He walks faster than usual and gets on the bus.
He tries to remember if he closed the door right and if the stove was off. Even after he checked like three times after he left the house. This morning the bus noises are louder than usual, the opening and closing of the doors seem as if they were talking to him. Each bus stop is getting him closer to the first day of his dream job. All last week he practiced going on the same bus route and just stand just a few buildings from his workplace and look at the building where he was going to be working. Every morning he would do the same routine, but this morning was for real.
His heart beats faster as the bus just has a few more stops to get to where he needs to get off. His sweaty hands and stomach begin to hurt. He checks his watch for the fiftieth time and takes a deep breath closing his eyes. There is still time. He thinks, and the bus stop to pick up a couple of people in wheelchairs, the bus kneels down and the sun comes through the windows a little stronger making the air heavy and harder to breathe. He puts his head against the bus window and it feels cold, he can see his reflection on the glass. A long shaved face with big brown eyes and a somewhat small nose. He remembers how kids would make fun of his nose during all his schooldays. Once, he tried to operate it to make it bigger or something but he was too young for such surgery, then he gave up.
He sits straight in the seat and checks his pale reflection on the glass one last time to see if his tie is in the right place. He gets off the bus. The cold morning air greets him as his heart beats faster and faster and his stomach feels like it is turning upside down. He walks to the front door and checks his watch once again, he has five minutes to spare, so he pauses for a moment and waits for some else to come and open the door. The glass door permits him to peek a little as to what is going inside, no one seems to be around and the front reception desk is still empty. Cars and buses pass by and his heart almost stops every time the bus makes a stop next to him. He waits for someone to come, but the wait seems to be eternal. He reads the golden letters on the glass door:
Inks Inc.
126 Wallpaper Avenue
A group of people finally begin to approach the door and getting in fast as fast moving trains. After that another group of people follow, he tries to get in but just as he is about to go to the front door another group of people zoom by and get in before him. He waits for them to get in, and then again tries this time he runs to the door and feels the cold steel handle when he opens the door. He feels the warm AC air coming from inside. He steps in and his lungs take in the artificial air. He waits for the elevator, the fourth floor, he says to himself and the elevator doors close. The elevator numbers light up as it is going up and it stops on the third floor. Another guy keeps staring at the numbers on the top of the elevator door and pushes the button to call the elevator for the tenth time in three minutes. He gives up and uses the stairs.