U Had One Job And Failed Novels & Stories

I hoped that wouldn't be the case because I loved him. I got out of the shower and decided to prepare for the day. Trying to get a job as a Book Keeper was pretty hard, primarily because of my status. Most firms were uncomfortable hiring people like me for critical positions in their company. They claimed I would not have the confidence and authority needed for the job. How the fuck was my family going to escape poverty if we were not allowed good jobs?

You think you're so special because you moved to the city and work at some crappy coffee shop, but you're just a pathetic failure. I've been trying to get in touch with you for weeks now, but you've been too busy chasing after your stupid dreams. And now I see why – because you're a failure. You always have been, and you always will be. And you were scared I’d see through your pathetic lifestyle.

He has charming looks but his behaviour is rotten. Who even gave birth to this guy? Annoyance consumed my being as I fumbled with the assignment. After what felt like hours of trying and failing, I concluded the task. I was uncertain about most of the answers I had written. The next thing to wait for was a big failure. Jake was the blame if that actually happened!

Kept it in the safe and went to work. Another hectic day at work, we did a couple of surgeries on patients, and one wasn't successful. My dream bothered me throughout the day, that I barely focused on what I was doing. Maybe I caused the failure of the one unsuccessful surgery we did, trying to avoid Hitler and going through the long journey. Which my race didn't help with.

Each one had a different reason for why they couldn’t just hire me—no experience, no references, no knowledge of their specific systems. No nothing. I knew it wouldn’t be that easy to find a job with my circumstances but this was just disheartening. How would I ever be able to give Jackson the world if I couldn’t find so much as a job? By the sixth rejection, I had completely given up hope. We were sitting on a bench outside a sporting goods store, Maya was just as upset but wasn’t about giving up. She scrolled furiously on her while I stared down at my hands. “Maybe this was a bad idea,” I said quietly. “Maybe I’m just not cut out for this.”

he pleaded, extending his hand towards mine that was on the table, but I quickly averted his grasp. Then I snapped. "Well, friend, if you must know, I'm not doing great at all. I don't have a job. I live in a crappy apartment, and my boyfriend recently dumped me. I went job hunting today because I am practically penniless, but guess what, I found nothing. I have no job experience or qualifications, and do you know why, because of someone who didn't want me to work, so I don't have a stable income. How does that sound, friend?" I spat acidly, my chest heaving in frustration.

I knew mom would be asleep because she's always asleep by this time so I didn't bother opening her room so as to not disturb her. I just got back from yet another failed job hunt, every time it's either they are not looking for new staff or my qualifications don't meet the requirements. What have I done to deserve this from the universe, is this how my life is meant to be. My thoughts were spiralling, I guess that's what I get for being an overthinker.

His words were a plea, a confession, and a chain all at once. I tried to move, but his arms held fast, desperate, trembling. At some point, the fight went out of me. I simply stood there, his heartbeat drumming against my ribs. A long breath slipped from my lips. "Aaron," I said quietly, "I'm not someone worth losing yourself over. I'm ordinary. Forget me." He shook his head, eyes shut tight as if denying gravity itself. "I can't. I don't know how to be without you." Aaron had risen to power at a young age, mastering control over everyone and everything around him.

I didn't need him to worry, not about me. "Elvis, I know you think you failed me, but it's not so," I said, my voice calm. "We're in this together, and I'm here for you. You don't have to beat yourself up." He looked at me, his eyes boring into mine. "But the firm's gone," he said. "And then, well, you also get roped into my failure. It's hard to be okay with all of that. I shook my head. "No, Elvis, you didn't fail. No one's getting roped into anything. I don't care that I lost my job, I can always get another one."

If you're not up to his level, he may embarrass you. If I fail to do what he desires me to do, he will definitely humiliate me. And it could even cost me my job. I know what it took me before I could get my hands on the job. And even though it does not pay much, I still get to go home with some amount of money. That's worth it, What should I do? I gasp and think about my life. My life really isn't great. I don't have a good story to write home about. What will it do if I add another harmful story to it.