[hr][hr][center][h1][color=peachpuff]Amy Cordaro[/color][/h1]
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[hr]Location: Amy's Parents House -> The Receptionist's Desk, Dunder Mifflin[hr][/center]
"Amy, honey, why exactly are you going to apply for this job?"

Amy Cordaro rolled her eyes dramatically at her mother. [color=peachpuff]"Have you not seen the documentary, Mom? Hello? They're, like, the awesomest company since ever, probably!"[/color] Her wonderfully structured sentence came complete with wild arm flails and dramatic hair tosses. Sure, it wasn't the best argument she could've come up with, but it's not like her mom was [i]really[/i] going to give her a hard time about it.

"I don't usually give you a hard time about these things-" Whoops. "-but isn't that a terrible reason to want to work somewhere?" Mom had taken on that condescending parenting voice Amy knew too well. It came with being the youngest in the family; try to do anything, and Mom was right there making sure she was making the right choices. Her parents didn't question her choices often, since Amy typically made the right ones, in their eyes, but there were days when naiveté got the best of her.

Ask Mama Cordaro, and this was totally one of those days.

[color=peachpuff]"Mom, I've been working at deadbeat jobs for, like, a year now. I want to do something more than that, and I really think that this is gonna be it."[/color]

"A receptionist position."

[color=peachpuff]"Yes."[/color]

"At Dunder Mifflin."

[color=peachpuff]"Yes!"[/color]

Her mother sighed loudly, setting her cup of coffee down on the kitchen table. Amy came over for breakfast fairly often, but she rarely had news like this. Like she was actually getting a real job that would pay real money and let her do real things that meant something. Or, so she thought. Amy wasn't really sure about that one, but it was nice to believe. Besides, [i]anything[/i] is better than bumming around between retail jobs.

"At the end of the day, it's your decision to make, and I support you completely. Just... please make sure you aren't goin- okay, you're already out the door."

Amy missed that part completely. Her car was already started and shifted into gear by the time her mom finished speaking. The drive to Dunder Mifflin was only ten minutes, even at the almost obnoxiously slow speed Amy drove at. She had heard once that she should not be driving a Mazda - a stick shift, for that matter - if she was going to drive that slow. But it wasn't important to Amy, since nobody was telling her what to do with her baby.

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The moment of truth. All she had to do was open the door. [i]Breathe in. Out. In. Out. Okay, you can so do this,[/i] Amy reminded herself, as she prepared to enter the office she had become such a fan of after the documentary released. Amy raised her hand to open the door, but something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye.

Was that... a camera?

[color=peachpuff]"Oh my gosh, are you guys filming me?"[/color]

They didn't respond, largely because there was no crew; it was just a camera left to its own devices on a tripod.

[color=peachpuff]"That's so [i]cool.[/i]"[/color] With a newfound confidence, Amy burst into the office, her resumé in hand.

To be met by... nobody, really. When Amy had decided to apply for Dunder Mifflin for the receptionist position, she didn't realize how bad the situation was. There were people in the room, sure, but nobody at the desk itself. All the better for herself, Amy figured. With absolutely no clue how to go about applying for a "real" job, Amy simply walked up to the receptionist's desk and set her resume down, resolving to stand there as long as she had to until someone greeted her.