When the first rays of sunshine fall on my face, I try to swat them away as if they’re solid.
Waking up in the morning seems like the most daunting task these days. I’m afraid to face myself in the mirror as I brush my teeth, afraid to let myself down another day. Job-hunting was never easy—no one wanted to hire a single mother with no real experience and a six-year gap in her CV—but it’s tougher now when I’m so anxious, constantly thinking about the money running out.
How many days could I go without the daily tips coming in? I realise now how comfortable the diner job was, no matter how pathetic and exhausting it seemed. It has been three days since Tim fired me. Three days of being unemployed. Three days of not being able to find a new job.
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