Ariella was a pretty 21 year old who stopped in today for her road test. She had mentioned early on that she hadn't finished high school but someday may start working to get her GED. It was a very quite drive until Ariella announces that she is feeling quite clammy.
"What do you mean by clammy?" I ask.
"You know, nervous, sweaty all over, like I really need a shower. I get like this when I go in for an interview. I've been hired all but two times but I'm worried if like I'm going to be interviewed for a CSI job that I'll get too nervous. My dream occupation is to be a crime scene investigator but if that doesn't work out then I may do cosmetology. But it's like people do cosmetology because it's easy and they can say they went to school. I am really good at helping people find things. I tell them to back up their steps so they can remember everything they did and I think that would be helpful if like, you know, someone got murdered. I don't want to be a police but a CSI investigator would be fun."
Quickly calculating in my mind the odds for Ariella actually doing CSI work and comparing that with the current pleasure she gets from watching crime shows on TV and thinking - "I can do that" - I tell her; "You go girl!"
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