CUT TO: INTERIOR, BAR: DAY: Sarah is sitting at a table with two male friends, Brian and Rob.
SARAH: So it didn’t really matter what I said, this woman didn’t want to know anything about my creativity or skills or experience.
BRIAN: She just wanted to know if you were full-time or part time?
SARAH: (laughing) Yes! I could have said I backpacked across Europe after college and she would have said (mimicking SALLY)—full-time or part-time? Uuugh. It was so painful! (Sarah takes a gulp of beer and shakes her head.) I’m really no closer to a job than I was when I got up this morning.
ROB: True, but at least you’re in fabulous footwear. Cheers to that!
The three clink glasses.
CUT TO: INTERIOR, HOTEL ROOM: DAY: Sarah is in her pajamas, sitting on a couch with the blinds closed. She is staring at an episode of Law & Order. Her cell phone rings. She picks it up, looks at the caller ID. After a few rings, she flips open the phone.
SARAH: Hi Becky. (pause) Oh, just watching a marathon of Law & Order and eating veggie chips. (laughs) I know. It’s a tough schedule today. (pause and deep breath) It’s kind of slow. I thought it would be a lot easier to get a job here, you know? Like, all my experience would surpass any other writer in this market. Doesn’t seem to be the case. (pause) Yep. I’m keeping my pencil sharp. But, being a full-time fiancé and freelance writer is hard, especially when the freelance writer part isn’t as busy as the fiancé part. I only get paid for one of those. (pause) You’re a dear for checking on me. Now tell me something to get me off the couch. (pause, then Sarah jumps up) Oh my gosh. I nearly forgot. The Final Four games!
CUT TO: INTERIOR, BAR: DAY: Sarah is sitting at the counter with a beer, watching a college basketball game.
BARTENDER: So you’re off work today?
SARAH: No. I’m a freelance writer (pause) and I’ve been in contact with about every advertising agency and design shop in fifty miles (pause) and had a miserable interview with an HR woman at a place in Denver and haven’t heard back from anyone in a week, so I’ve just been freelance writing for an online company, and I’m twenty-nine, and I don’t really have a job, and I think I need another beer.
BARTENDER: Yeah. This one’s on me.
CUT TO: INTERIOR, CAR: DAY: Sarah driving. She is talking to herself, excitedly.
SARAH: This is where it all starts, girl. Two interviews in one day. Yes! This is big. You like these people. You like the work they are doing. You’d be honored to work at either place. You’re talented. You’re one-of-a-kind. You’re the greatest writer around. Let’s remember to go light on the ums and uhs.
Sarah pulls over the car in front of a small cement building with the letters BBA on the window.
SARAH: Okay. This is it. Let’s hit it.
Sarah walks confidently in the front door.
CUT TO: EXTERIOR: DAY: Sarah walks confidently out of the office, smiling. She walks to her car and gets inside.
CUT TO: INTERIOR, CAR: DAY: SARAH: Um, nailed it. (looks around) Ooh, I hope no one heard that.
Sarah starts her car and sings to the tune on the radio.
