This, I know, is a real long shot. Almost entirely outside the realms of possibility. These internships are made for eager undergrads just starting their first degrees, not auto shop receptionists whose greatest accomplishments are Wordle-related. But it can’t hurt to try, can it? And the application is free.
When I finally step away from my computer two hours later, myvision has gone spotty from staring at the screen so long. I pick up my phone (yes, I know it’s a screen) to finish Wordle and catch up on the texts I’ve missed.
First, Wordle. APPLY got me a yellow A.
TIRED. As in, I am so freaking tired.
Oh, nice! The R, E, and D are all yellow.
A, R, E, D.
R, E, A, D.
READS. As in... if Emily READS anything else on her computer, her eyes will fall out.
Shoot. Nope. The S is wrong, the rest are all yellow.
DREAD. As in, I’m dreading waking up for work tomorrow.
D, R, E, and A are all green.
D, R, E, A.
DREAM.
The answer is DREAM.
As I watch the letters turn green, a little shiver runs up my spine.
This has got to be a sign.
I admire my streak count for a moment and then flip to my texts.
[1:00]Rose Fisher:Everyone at the grocery store is talking about how good yesterday was!
[1:01]Rose Fisher:Would you like to come for dinner at our place this Friday?
[3:17]Fallon:Hey girl!! Amaaaazing new discount code on the website if you want to use (or promote)!
[3:17]Fallon:Sending a link to your insta!
I shoot off a quick response to Rose, make a mental note to look at Fallon’s thing later, and then open up a text to John. Things got so crazy at the end of the event yesterday with cleanup and thanking everyone for coming and trying not to be furious when Shelley vanished without helping, John and I never really got another chance to talk before he left to have dinner with his parents. I know he accepted my apology, but I still feel really bad about what happened.
[9:42]: Hey! Hope you’ve had a good Sunday.
[9:43]: Thanks for all your help yesterday!!
[9:43]: And sorry, again, for being such a douchebag?
My phone dings as I’m pulling on my pajamas.
[9:49]John:lol
[9:49]John:no worries
[9:49]John:what’d you get up to today?
I start to type about NYU and the Met internship, then I stop. It feels a bit squicky to talk about dream job stuff after what happened yesterday.
