The job interview

My phone is ringing, and I pick up to check who it is, my heart skips a beat. One of the jobs that I had applied for is calling me back. This is great, I can finally make some money. I've never had a job before so this is very exciting. But I shouldn't just leave the phone ringing of course, then i'll never never get the job.
"hello, is this John?" the person on the other end says. John is the name that I had put on my application form. If I put my real name on there then nobody will ever call me back.
"Yes this is John." I had fun saying that name, it was so strange. But it is supposedly a fairly common name out here.
"This is StarHive calling about your job application. But you should already know that if you're using a StarHive phone." The voice on the other end seems feminine, she chuckles and I look at the phone, it appears to be a StarHive model.
"Yes it is." Is all I say, I want to know if I got the job or if I have to do an interview or something. I've never needed a job before and I suppose that i still don't need one, but I'd really like one so that I can raise my daughter well. She deserves to have as normal of a life as she can- but my train of thought is interrupted.
"Well can you come in on Monday for an interview?" She asks me. I'm unsure of what day it is currently but I don't have any plans anytime soon.
"Sure, what time?" I ask
"Does 13 work for you?" she asks me
"13 AM or 13 PM?" I hope that it's not the latter because that's very late and I am usually asleep by then, I do not want to have to go to the interview barely awake, they'd surely not give me the job then. When they see me I'll have probably already lost the job, but I've got to try, for Oom.
"AM of course. I'll see you then." She tells me and hangs up. I'm nervous yet excited, I check my phone, Monday is tomorrow. I walk over to Oom's bedroom and tell her the good news, but I speak quietly so as not to awaken her. I go to my room and sit down on the bed. I remove my headpiece and hang it on a post on my bed frame. I lay down and think about what tomorrow brings. I'm hoping that I'll get the job, I’m running out of money and don’t want to go back to how things were before.

I hear my alarm going off, today's the day, today I get a job. It's 7 in the morning. I don the headpiece and on my way to the kitchen I walk past Oom's room, she's still asleep. I always set her alarm a bit after mine so that she doesn't have to wait as long for breakfast when she wakes up. I'm not the greatest cook considering I don't eat food like Oom does. But I try my best, I wish that I could taste it before giving it to Oom because sometimes it's under or overcooked and according to her doesn't taste as good. I imagine that the best way I could describe how it tastes to her is blood that's a few days old versus fresh. But all the same I don't have any idea how food tastes. I mix together some pancake mix and water. She often tells me that this tastes better than when I try to cook following a recipe online. But not as good as toasting frozen waffles. Sadly we are out of frozen waffles at the moment, so this will have to do. I just hope I don't mess up too badly. A few minutes later and the pancakes are cooking, Oom walks in.
"Hey those smell good dad! Maybe they won't taste as bad as last time!" She tells me. I'm not really sure what they smell like, since I cannot smell like she can either. I agree with her anyways, she sits down at the table and I bring her a plate of steaming pancakes. I get a glass out of the cabinet and pour orange juice in it and place a curly straw in it, gold like Oom's eyes. I bring that over to her and she has already consumed a good amount of the pancakes. I wash the bowl that had mixed the batter in, and the pan that I had cooked them in. I then call the mother of Oom's playmate Robin. It would be nice if somebody could watch her for a bit while I practiced for the Interview. I want to be perfect, so that hopefully there will be at least a small sliver of a change of me getting a job. Currently I do small things trying to keep up with how fast we go through the money, but nobody wants to hire me. I got a lot of money when Oom was very young but it’s been 9 years and it doesn’t last forever. But with a real job I'll be able to get nice stuff for Oom, and teach her about doing work to get stuff.
"Hello is this Stacy? Robin's mom?" I say after she answers the phone.
"Yes? Who is this, I don't have you in my contacts." She tells me, which almost hurts my feelings, but I suppose I don’t have her in my contacts either.
"This is Oom's dad." I tell her
"Oh... you." She sounds displeased at the very thought of me. She doesn't even try to cover it up. I just hope that Robin is nicer to Oom than this.
"Yes, me. I was wondering if you could watch Oom for a bit and take her to school?" I explain.
"Oh sure! It'll be good for her to spend time away from you." She tells me, I wish that she would at least pretend to treat me like a normal person. The way that she said the word "you" like it disgusts her. And she continued before I could reply.
"What is it, that you can't even take care of your own daughter?" She asks me, of all the ways to ask why I was busy, she speaks in such a rude way.
"I have to get ready for a job interview." I respond like a normal person would, instead of acting like the person i'm talking to is the worst grossest person alive. But instead of wishing me luck or saying something nice she just bursts into laughter. After a solid minute of laughing she speaks.
"YOU, you actually think that somebody will give you a job. Like one where they pay money." She is still laughing in between words. My hope and excitement starts to fade away, but I look over at Oom and know that no matter what happens everything's going to be alright.
"Yes." Is all I say.
"WELL then, bring her over, I just finished breakfast, there's plenty extra." She tells me, still laughing.
"Oh you don't have to worry about that, she's already eaten." I don't want to trouble her any more than I have to. And I don't want my daughter making herself sick.
"Oh... no, I mean actual breakfast. Not blood or whatever nasty stuff you're feeding her." She is very mean and loudly whispers the word blood in an extremely judgemental way. I'm unsure how to respond to this.
"I made pancakes. But you can ask her if she's hungry I guess. Just don't let her get sick or something." I'm mostly just glad that they'll hopefully treat Oom like an actual person.
"MhMMM." She makes that sound but in a very hurtful way, like she blames me for every single bad thing that's ever happened in this universe.
"Well can I bring her over now?" I ask her. I hope Oom doesn't mind too much. She's told me that she likes Robin alright so maybe they can play or something. I’m not sure what kids do, Oom has used the word friend to describe Robin and I think that’s a good thing.
"Yeah." Stacy hangs up without even saying goodbye, which I've heard is the polite thing to do, but nobody's ever polite to me. Why would they be, it's not like I have feelings or something... at least not that anybody cares.
"Hey Oom, you're going to be at Robin's place for a bit and her mom will take you to school." I tell my daughter.
"Is everything ok?" She asks, concern crossing her face and I nod. Stacy's place isn't too far away. I don't have a car, everything is fairly close in the town and I thought it best to conserve money, so we will have to walk there. Once she’s gathered her things for school, I take Oom's hand in mine and we start walking. the birds are singing and the wind blows past, ruffling Oom's hair. She laughs as a flower blows by and tickles her antenna. Today is so beautiful, I have a good feeling about the interview. We walk mostly in silence for about 10 minutes and then we arrive. I am about to ring the doorbell when Stacy opens the door.
"ehh, don't touch anything."  She says, wrinkling her nose at the sight of me, she looks down at Oom and smiles.
“Alright come inside, let’s get you inside and away from-” She looks at me, eyes narrowed.
“... The sun.” Oom nods and hops inside happily, I’m sad that Stacy is like this but I do feel like she wants what she believes is best for Oom.
“Goodbye, I’ll pick you up after school and we can bake that- uhhh... what’s it called? Cupcakes thingy you want to make!” I tell her, Stacy is standing between us and I cannot give her a goodbye hug, so once she has said bye and the door is slammed in my face, I leave to go back home to practice for the interview, in the back of my mind I know i probably won’t get it, but i’ve got to try.