U Had One Job And Failed Novels & Stories

"Of course, I didn't. I'm not one of his cheap sluts," "You messed up Aurora. You just missed a lifetime opportunity." She can't be serious. "So you would sleep with him?" "If I have to, then yes," "Next," we heard his voice. "I guess this is goodbye," "Yeah, Goodluck," I smiled and walked out. That bastard! Was he serious about me not getting a job? No, he can't be. I have to get a job. I walked out of the company frustrated and annoyed. Why does my life have to be this imperfect?

My strong, proud son, reduced to tears. "I'm trying, Mom. I'm trying so hard. But no one will hire me. My name is poison now. Everyone knows what happened. They all think I'm some kind of monster." "You're not a monster," I said fiercely, cupping his face. "You made a mistake. That's all. One mistake, and they're destroying you for it." "I've applied to twenty jobs," he continued, his voice desperate. "Twenty, Mom. And they all say no. I'm going to lose this apartment next month. I don't know what to do. I don't know where to go."

I had a glass of water for breakfast, and now I’m prepared for my objective for the day. Job Really, I need a job. The previous time, I gave up in my town, but never here. I have a lot of opportunities, yet nobody here knows who I am. My goal begins with anticipation and concludes with disappointment. I wasn’t hired by anyone, or all jobs are located in New York City. I returned home empty-handed and was greeted by my history once more. Staying outside in the cold while begging for food “What can I do?”

She wanted to help me, but I should have said no. This wasn’t my turf; it’s for tough girls like her. In the dressing room, I collapsed onto a chair facing the dressing mirror, burying my face in my hands. The tears I had struggled to hold back came pouring like rain; I failed. I’m sorry, mom, I failed again. Just like I always did. I couldn’t do anything right; I couldn’t hold a job, and I was no closer to getting the money my mother needed. Suddenly, the door swung open with a bang... Here comes the worst. I looked up to see the man in charge of the place, technically my boss.

I'd bought that phone with my own money, so it wasn't worth breaking it just to vent my frustration. I needed to find a job, one that had no connection to my father's company. My resume was decent, but I was just like a fresh graduate who'd offended the business world's old bosses. Small companies didn't dare to hire me, and big ones, considering my father's connections, didn't even spare me a glance. How ridiculous. My father let my stepmother mess with me, then forced me to come back home and work for his company. After my sixth failure, I finally realized I was truly a stray with no home.

I had never held a job before, as my previous attempt had been thwarted when Lucas's family discovered it, leading to my mother-in-law, Harper's, anger. Harper's scandalized rage erupted when she found out about my choice of profession. "What? Is your wife going crazy, Lucas? Out of all the jobs in the world, why did she choose to be an office staff?!" I cleared my throat, eager to voice my thoughts. "Mama, I just graduated from college. I don't have any work experience yet. I'm content starting from a lower position... I can't expect to hold a high-ranking job right away without any prior achievements," I explained.

His medical bills, his education or if we will even have a roof on our heads. It didn’t really matter what I did, or what job I took. My life came to a full stop long ago. And you know what? Despite trying so hard, I always end up failing. I don’t think I’m able to give him all the love and attention a child needs. I leave him all alone in that house but I have no one I can trust on. And I couldn’t stop working either. I’ve had very limited choices in life.

Jordan would do me no good; I am going to end up on the streets anyway. Am I just unlucky or cursed? What is special about everyone else that makes them succeed? Nothing works for me, not even relationships. Obviously, I wasn’t good enough for Jimmy, and that is why he cheated on me without regret. I slumped down on the couch and let the tears trickle down my cheeks, ruining the make-up I had done earlier today. I felt like drowning myself to make it all end; my life was miserable, and nothing was going right. I have been fired from four jobs in the past year, many times because I wouldn’t open my legs to jerks.

“Not that we want it to happen. But we certainly won’t ask you to find other accommodations just because someone else broke the rules.” This priest seemed a lot nicer than the other one, and Lucas let himself relax, at least a little. But he still might as well get all the bad out of the way before he got too comfortable. “And I didn’t find a job.” I screwed everything up. I’m a failure. I can’t take care of myself. Lucas managed to not say it out loud, but he was pretty sure it was obvious to anyone who looked at him anyway.

And just like that I broke out in tears leaning into her, my face buried in her shoulder as silent sobs wrecked my body. That night, I laid awake in bed, staring at the notification bar on my phone. No call, no messages. I really lost everything. ______________ Finding a job was impossible. It's been weeks since I had been looking for a job with no success at all. It didn't matter where I went, boutiques, bakeries, even cleaning services. The answer was all the same and it was beginning to frustrate me. "We're not hiring." "We don’t have any open slot."