I Need A Job Novels & Stories

“You know getting a job isn’t going to magically heal you, right? You’re not going to feel normal for a while, Jord.” I nod. I know she’s right. But I also know I need something that’s mine. A job. A flat. A life that isn’t handed to me by someone named Russo. “I know. But anything beats sitting around here with nothing but my thoughts to keep me company.” We scroll in silence for a while. Most of the listings are tourist shops, language-dependent roles, or full of requirements that make my head spin. Then Bianca stops. “Oh, what about this one?”

I needed to move, needed noise, needed something other than the inside of this room and the memory of his hands and the three days Isabella had just put on the clock. I had a life. Actual things to do. Job applications, a future to build, a version of myself that existed outside of this house and this bond and this impossible situation. I walked out. I made it halfway down the stairs before I pulled up the job listings again, eyes on my screen, scrolling without really reading. Finance position in the city. Too corporate. Marketing role, hybrid. Maybe. Junior editor — I missed the last step entirely. The floor came up fast and I squeezed my eyes shut and braced for the impact—

“I can't... I can't deal with this right now.” I turn away, needing to put some distance between us, to clear my head. The room feels too small, suffocating. I can hear my own ragged breathing, see the slight tremor in my hands. As I move, my eyes land on my boxed up work laptop on the kitchen table, ready to be returned as company property. And sudden thought strikes me, a lifeline in the chaos. I need something that feels normal…consistent. “I want to go back to work. Find another job,” I say, the words tumbling out before I can stop them.

“But it's definitely not what I expected. There's a lot of things that no one can tell you about until you're actually neck deep in the business.” “I guess that’s true,” I said. “Even so, though, I would kill for that job. Actually, I would kill for any job right now, but even more so for a decent position in something that I went to school for.” Jacob smiled apologetically as he looked me over. “Not able to find any work, I take it?” “No, nothing I want to do. I’ve probably sent a hundred resumes and have had no response at all.” I sighed as we rounded a corner. “If I don’t get a reply soon, I’m going to have to scoop ice cream for the summer to make some money.”

Sometimes you just need people who listens to you, no words needed… just knowing that they’ll always be there for you no matter what. I sighed and tried to stay positive for I’ll be needing a lot of courage applying for this work. I once again checked my phone hoping for a message but nothing appeared. I don’t even know why I’m doing this. Oh God, who am I waiting for? ”I’m… currently in college. And I badly need this job because I need to pay for my bills.” I uttered. I arrived here in a Spanish Restaurant. I saw on their ads that they are looking for workers and I think I’m fit to what they’re looking for.

And what I want was a job, a good job so I can get money and leave this city and buy a small apartment in some country where I don't have to depend on anyone for anything. >>>> "Thanks" "No prob", he said before driving off. I turned and released a deep sigh. I started walking looking into different working places as I go by. All I hoped for was a 'workers needed' sign. I glanced over my shoulder for a second and suddenly bumped into someone.

Why couldn’t he just leave me in peace? Ignoring the frustration building up inside me, I escaped to my room and decided to focus on something productive—job applications. I needed to establish myself here and gain my independence. For the next hour, I poured over job listings, meticulously searching for roles that matched my skills and qualifications. By the time I was done, I had applied to around fifteen positions, mostly in corporate finance, marketing, and sales, leveraging my strengths. I even applied for a few minor roles, hoping to broaden my options.

“Use this. Whatever you need.” I stared at it for a second. Then pushed it back toward him. “I don’t want your money.” His brow lifted. “You just said—” “I said I need a job. Not charity.” I squared my shoulders. “I’m not a gold-digger, Leon. I want to work. I want to earn it.” He studied me for a moment. “I don’t need favors,” I clarified. “I need experience.” I hesitated. Then added, “At your company.”

SIA I woke up as early as I can today. I'm currently making myself a short breakfast so I won't get hungry. Getting a job in a reputable company like that is going to be hard and stressful. By the end of the day, I hope to get the job because I've been depending on it a lot.

He commanded while entering an office. I followed him into an office, I stood there quietly until I was asked to sit. “What do you want to see me for?” He asked, rolling his chair. “I…I needed a…I needed a job.” I found it hard to speak because his eyes were intimidating. “Need a job?” He scoffed. “So do I offer one?” He asked. “I just came to ask if there was any vacancy for me. Please sir, I need the job.” I begged. “Well, who doesn't need a job? I have no vacancy for you.” He said strictly.