Recruiters and Baby-Blue Mushrooms

The day gyres into the evening, as the golden orb of day ceaselessly bakes the turning earth. Shadows fall like curtains, covering the ground which instead of techni-color green, brown, and blue, turn shades of grey. The day comes to a close and I review the day's events.
She had nice, white, even teeth. Small silver earrings pierced each ear and a silver necklace graced her neck. A black cardigan went over her modest blouse. She was the recuiter. A little late, I was nervous in front of her, in my navy-blue capri slacks and silky blue shirt. She quickly put me at ease and went over my qualifications, emphasizing Subway, and mentioning that I'd be working two jobs. The most interesting part of the interview was the drug test. A swab you swished in your mouth for at least 3 minutes and then handed over in a small capsule to be rushed to the lab. A background check was also required. I didn't know so much went into putting cans in a sack. After background checks there's orientation and training. It seems they take their employees very seriously.
Which is how I do not take my knitting project of late. A fuzzy mix of fibers, baby-blue in color, I was attempting to make a baby hat. It looks more like a doily at this point and I'm considering unraveling the project. So the project of baby clothes will be put on standby as I make a another hat with double-edged needles, this time, creating an adult hat. A find in the book store, I'm the proud owner of
Hip to Knit which forays into creating hats, socks, and sweaters. My knitting madness is complete.