this morning #2263.

this morning, when she excused herself & stepped out of the room to make a call, every bone in my body wanted to get up & look at the notepad she’d left sitting out on her desk. really wanted to know what she’d written down about me but then again i didn’t. what if she ended her call & walked back in while i was sneaking a peek at her notes? no doubt. that’d be an abrupt end to the interview. i folded my hands in my lap & sat there. tapped my foot to distract my brain. why was she reacting to my answers in such a deadpan manner? i leaned forward just a little to see if i could read anything she’d written without getting up. all i could make out before i heard her nearing the door were the words “unsure of himself.” wished i hadn’t looked. leaned back in my chair.