the coffee?? {Jim Halpert X Reader}

(short chapter☺️)

I've been spending the rest of my Sunday choosing an outfit to wear for my interview.

It's practically just a fashion show with me & my mirror.

I look over at my clock, & it reads 3:34pm. I still can't find anything. I seriously need to go buy new work clothes.

But I don't have any money.
Nada.
Zip.
Nothing.

I sigh as I walk out of my bathroom, & enter my room. A sea of clothes welcomes me back.
I kick through the piles as clothes fly past my head.

Now, I really I want to go- have to go, & I don't want to just not show up at there, that would be really pathetic. I would feel bad.

I look through the piles, and I find a light weight purple tang top, a gray cardigan, & black pants.

Now I have to figure out my makeup.

Oh god.

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It's only an hour later & I think I have everything figured out.
Light, natural makeup, & a nice plain outfit.

But oh god.

A resumé.
...damn it.

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It's now 5:23pm.

I finished a resumé, which I don't think is necessary for a receptionist job, but, better safe than sorry.
My resume is just one page long.
A good size for just a receptionist job, right?

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(not all parts will be this short💞)