Amy ran the straightener through her already flat, black hair. She needed to make sure that her appearance was perfectly unflawed. Her make-up had already been done, but she leaned into the mirror, double checking for any mistakes. She couldn't afford them. She smiled, then her face returned back to her normally complacant and resting frown. Her small, New York apartment was spotless, but Amy was the type that if she had visitors, she'd still find something to clean, a mess to perfect. She had a job interview today at a new editing company. It was a start up, and normally Amy didn't take the risk, but she had grown tired of her current company and rent was increasing next month. She needed to make the leap, no matter how much anxiety that it brought her. Her boss, Roger, was constantly harping on how she wanted things to be perfect, so much so that she lacked creativity. He told her that she couldn't think outside of the box, and he needed her to step it up. He never once mentioned he was going to fire her, but in her head, she was never going to amount to what he wanted from her.
Amy paced around her apartment while waiting for the time to pass. It felt like the clock on the wall was taunting her with every strike of the minute hand. She got ready too early. She always did this. Her mom used to tease her about how early she got up and got ready for school or other events. "Sit down, take a breath, life isn't so serious," her mom would whisper. "You always act like you have ants in your pants, Amy." It never made her feel better. It always made her feel worse. Her siblings weren't like this. Her older sister was the star of the show. Amy never felt like she could reach the top like her sister had. Her younger brother was the same, but was the baby of the family so even though he made messes and talked back, he was always given everything he had ever wanted. Her parents never told her directly, but she knew that she had to be perfect, otherwise things would just go wrong.
Amy looked at the clock again and knew it was time to leave for her interview. She would be at least 10 minutes early, which gave her some time to make sure she found parking and found the office on time. She thought back to her job with Roger and how secure it was. Did she really need to make this change right now? It's always possible that Roger could give her a raise if she asked? Or maybe, just maybe, she could cut back on a few other expenses to make up for the extra raise in rent. Amy groaned and sat down on her perfectly positioned sofa, and adjusted the TV remote on the coffee table. She decided that, in this moment, it was better to stay and gain tenure at the job she had, then to start something new and risk upsetting the universe.