I finished my cigarette and put it out, knowing I needed to stop the habit again. It’d gotten worse over the last few weeks. When I thought Bastien was trying to shake me, it got worse, going from one cigarette a day to at least five. “I had a couple job interviews. I didn’t get any of them.”
“They answered you that quickly?”
“No, but I could tell they weren’t interested. I wasn’t qualified for most of the jobs, so I’m not sure why they interviewed me in the first place.”
“What kind of work are you looking for?”
I shrugged. “Anything with decent pay, really. I’m tired of working nights too. Hard to believe, but I used to be a morning person before I started at Silencio.”
“Are you decent with computers? Spreadsheets, Excel, s**t like that?”
“I suppose.” I owned a laptop, but I didn’t
