You got a donut?

[sovereign]

Larry Morrison sat outside the door into the LPI recruitment office, sweaty as ever. Just walking in there had made him nervous, and he needed time to recover his wits.

"Alright, Larry, you can do this. Remember what Pa said, confidence, confidence, confidence..."

Larry held his breath, and opened the door. No one was awake, which made him a little nervous. Then again, Larry was ALWAYS nervous, and he crept forward to what looked like a stack of blank resumes. He got a little more nervous when the first pile he came too wasn't the right one, and scarfed down one of his "emergency comfort food rations" to keep control.

"Easy there, it's gotta be around here somewhere oh what am I playing at I'm not worth anything NO! I am confident. Yep, I am confident. Hey, donuts and NO! Might be important to them, don't want to mess up already, I still have two in my pocket... here we are..."

Larry snatched up the correct form, and left to the relative safety of outside the office. With a deep breath in his lungs, hope and anxiety in his heart, and a fresh donut in his stomach, he began to fill it out.


"One: Do you like donuts... hmm, I wonder if I can spell out 'yes' in crumbs... that is pretty cool. Good job Larry, only *gulp* seven more to go.... Two: Do I like coffee... I think so, but it really depends on the donut... oh man I wish I had some to go along with this right now I'm so far from home and it's scary and focus, Larry, focus. Okay, Three: Do I like paperwork. Yes, as long as I don't need to think about it, it keeps me distracted from all the scary things and thinking and nasty people who will probably maul me and I'm not cut out for this job and CONFIDENCE. I have CONFIDENCE. Okay, Four: Do I have flight experience. Oh man, I knew I should of taken some classes, they probably won't accept me what am I gonna do Larry, you are CONFIDENT. Say it again, confident confident confident confident. Okay, Five: What is the pay I expect... I don't really care, just give me a job aw I probably won't get it there's gotta be someone better and I am Larry, the confident one. Just keep saying that, it might come true. Okay, Six: What hours... well, I can help out a lot until Monday, then I go on tour with people for a few weeks, I don't want to but they pressured me into it and I might be able to get some work in on the occasional Wednesday... Seven: Patriots? Like the sports team? Oh shoot, that's probably some terminology I should know, oh man I don't know anything and nobody probably cares and OH! Patriots are those fighters... yeah, I could fly one, as long as it has a readily available ejection seat. *gulp* I guess... Eight: Disgruntled? More nervous I would think, but if they want me to be disgruntled I can be disgruntled, I just want a job aw they probably won't take it CONFIDENCE, LARRY. See? That's all of them... okay, all I have to do is just throw this on the pile and I'm done..."

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