I am going to die tonight. I am going to get brutally murdered. Some crazy drug addict will break in to my car and murder me. Or maybe it will be a really charming and seemingly nice guy who offers me a blanket and then turns out to be a psychopathic serial killer. I don’t know how, but it’s happening tonight.

10:31pm. Twelve hours until the job interview. Surely this is a sign. It has to be a red flag. A company that can’t even organise the accommodation they promised? Not to mention this seems to be the sketchiest motel in this entire city. Heck why am I even waiting here? I should just drive home. Clearly they don’t care! No…no…you want this job. This is your dream job. You can’t let a little obstacle like this get in your way. Maybe it’s a test. Maybe they are seeing if I’m dedicated to this job enough to spend the night in my car in an unfamiliar city. Yeah. Yeah that’s it. Has to be a test.

Oh my god what is that guy doing? Oh is he…oh he’s taking a shit in the gutter…okay…ew…what the fuck. I hate the human race. I…can’t even…wow. Wait…there are no public bathrooms near by. What am I gonna do if I need a shit? Fuck. I’m not shitting in a gutter. God let’s pray that moment doesn’t come. Maybe I should check Google maps and see what’s near by…

Man thank god for tinted windows, these people are getting shiftier by the hour. What if someone tried to break in to my car whilst I was inside? That’d be funny. Surprise motherfucker! Ha they’d run for the hills.

I should be recording this experience. TikTok would love it. Just a compilation of crackheads talking to the lamppost. I could start now. What is that time? 2:34am. Eh…no point. All the good stuff has happened.

I’m gonna be so sleep deprived for this interview. Maybe I should try and sleep.

What was that?

Nope, can’t sleep. It’s fine, people have lasted a lot longer on no sleep. I think. “Hey Siri, how long can a human stay away for before going insane?”

“A person can stay awake for eleven days before he or she goes insane.” Oh I’ll be perfectly fine. Anyways, better to be tired then dead…I guess.

I think I’m going to start donating to help the homeless. This is rough. I can’t imagine living like this. Never feeling safe. Not being able to sleep. Being cold. Very cold. I’m freezing. Really wish I had a blanket. I wonder if I can rip the car seat apart and use it as a blanket. No. Not worth it. Fuck can that sun hurry up and come up so this can be over with.

I can’t believe I’m getting dressed for the most important of my life in the bathroom of a diner. God I don’t know if any amount of makeup can hide the bags below my eyes. Oh well, it’s going to have to do.

“Hi my name is Claire Andrews, I have a job interview at 10:30.”

“Oh Claire hi, I’m Marlene, nice to finally meet you, how was your stay at the The Grand Hotel?”

“…I’m sorry, did you say ‘The Grand Motel’ or ‘The Grand Hotel’?”

“Hotel, oh please we’d never put our guests up in a motel. Especially not the Grand Motel, there are some very…interesting characters that hang around there”

“You don’t say”