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She supposed she shouldn’t be glum, seeing as she’d practically been handed an easy, nicely paid job for having good genes and nice feet, and also possibly the beginnings of a foot-model career.
Britta guessed it was her “big break” then. It didn’t feel like it though.
She wished it would just disappear, that her old employer would ring her and apologise profusely that she had a wrong number- anything to get rid of it.
Instead she had a nasty decision to make. Stay or leave.
Britta could imagine all the free time she might have if she left; squandering money at exclusive bars with other very semi-famous people and renting a small apartment that gave her a fresh, sparkling view over the city. She could stand there, feeling like the empress of the whole world as it buzzed with life beneath her. Panoramic scenes would befall her each night and she would watch the millions of flashing lights with a soft smile.
The blonde looked distastefully round her apartment- it was cramped, stuffy and unattractive. She thought also of Greendale, the uncomfortable seats in the study room and the ridiculous amount of time she wasted in worthless classes.
Then she thought of the friends that consumed her life- how she for once wasn’t the least popular girl. She tried to imagine saying goodbye to them, explaining she was leaving behind their sad, little college in hopes of making a living out of a half- pipe dream. They’d all stare silently at her, eyes gnawing into her own. Barely a stranger anymore, she would leave half-heartedly upon their hushed, weary farewells and stare icily at the possible future that awaited her.
No, she would stay. Britta would be the best therapist she could be- and she would be entirely happy.