Saturday, March 26, 2011

Chapter 4

Waking up isn't all it's cracked up to be. It was late morning, already late by most people's standards, yet for someone used to working late at night, it was the equivalent of waking up in the middle of the night. He should be cranky, but it was never in him in the first place. Given the fact that his phone was stolen when he fell asleep in the bus didn't help much, either. Still, things went on as usual. It was a good thing he still lived with his mother, or else he'd be homeless by now. The morning was pretty much routine: check mail, take a bath, eat, then start looking through online want ads for a job. Not necessarily in that order. By early afternoon, he was out and about to start looking for a new job. Again.

By early evening he was on his way home, grumbling to himself what an idiot he was for screwing the interview up. He felt that he almost had the job within his grasp, yet dropped the proverbial ball at the last minute. It was tough looking for a job, specially with limited resources, finances, not even a single "connection". It was tough, considering the continuous flow of new graduates, dropouts, and people like him - released and currently looking for a new job. He sighed, trying to release his frustrations with his breath. He really needs a job, and soon. Trying to forget the patheticness of his so-called life, he started on his way home, trying to focus on the next company he was going to try his luck on next...