In the dragon's den
Blame it on the beer, blame it on the late night, blame it on the long bus ride. I wavered on my chair, lost my breath. She was gorgeous, the perfume of crispy fries coming from her coat pocket made her seem delicious. Clearly, she'd explain all I needed to know - she had that natural expert glow about her. Maybe it was her highlighter or her flushed cheeks from the cold outside air, either way I was hooked. Breaking me out of my daydream, the manager asked if I wanted to go on my first shift straight away. Feeling light on my feet and already tired, I politely declined and we agreed to reschedule for the following day. I'd start at 5pm, meet them at their locale quite off the beaten path, and be "on call" for 6 hours. They made a few practical suggestions, told me to shave and bid me goodnight. On the way home, I wondered what I had done. I had a little crisis of conscience, where I evaluated all that could go wrong. I had heard the cautionary tales. I knew wh