During a lesson on how to decide which point of view to write from, we were given two writing exercises. First we were asked to write a scene from the first person in which we were quitting a job. Then we had to write the same scene again but from a third person point of view. The exercise was quicker than usual so they are short, unfinished pieces. I’d been planning for this day for weeks. I didn’t know where I’d be going from here, but I needed to get out. I put on my lucky interview outfit, (the one that had gotten me this job) and appraised myself in the mirror. Unfortunately the lipstick smudge was still on the collar from that initial interview two years ago. That says a lot about you, Sonja, I thought. Then doubt set in. Maybe I shouldn’t go through with this. How will I ever get another job? I can’t even be responsible enough to get a piece of clothing dry cleaned. I shook my head to get rid of the thoughts. No. I will find a new job. Maybe not tomorrow and maybe not in a month, but I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again.
The other POV:
She’d been planning this day for weeks. She wasn’t sure what her plan was, but she needed to get out. Putting on her lucky interview outfit, she rolled her eyes at how careless she could be. The lipstick smudge on the collar was still there from when she wore this outfit two years ago to interview for the job she now loathed. She began panicking, a cold sweat beading on the back of her neck. She wondered if she would ever be able to get another job if she couldn’t be responsible enough to make sure her clothes were clean.