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Rejection was all I got from applying for work these past thirty days. Some of the companies that I visited said my qualifications were too few for them and that I was inexperienced. Some said I was too qualified, going back to my experience as a restaurant manager.
It was alarming, knowing that my budget was limited and would last until this month only. My house rent was demanding, costing more than the budget for my food. I was almost broke.
This week, I must get a job. I swear I wouldn't choose this time. If I failed to be employed, I didn't know what to do anymore.
"Home again," I whispered, fishing the keys in my bag. When I pulled it, I inserted it in the doorknob only to realize that my door was slightly opened.
"Why the hell's this open?"
My blood surged in a full rush i
