Dear Diary...
This morning was amazing! I wasn't sure what to expect at my first interview so I wore something smart, my Black suit and heels, with a white blouse underneath I looked a knockout. After trying about a dozen different ways of doing my hair, I tied it up in a curly heap and left the house with my fingers crossed. I thought it would be a good idea to get to the bar early, I didn't want to keep Mr. Sanders waiting. I knew that being a barmaid wasn't the most exciting job in the world, but living at home was still a drag and I hated never having enough money to go out with the girls from college.
I got to the bar about ten minutes early. When I knocked, the door was opened by a huge, black man in a grey suit. He had really short hair and shifty looking brown eyes, and to be honest, made me feel even more nervous than I already was. I explained about the job interview but he just smiled at me and walked off through a door on the right, so I followed. The room we entered was quite small and smelt of old leather and cigars. Behind an expensive looking wooden desk sat an older man, dressed all in Black. His hair was peppered with grey and he had an air of money. Somehow I knew he had to be the boss. The black guy sat down on one of the green leather chairs at the back while I just stood there, wondering what to do next.