𝚅𝙴𝙽𝙶𝙴𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴
noun- 𝑝𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑗𝑢𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔.
what if one day all the truths you have known become lies, what if one day you need to lose someone...
Three days of playing job hunter left me feeling like a rejected contestant on a reality show-no golden ticket or job offer in sight. Everywhere I looked, part-time gigs were as elusive as my neighbor's cat when it was time for a bath. Students, high on their exam-free freedom, had snagged them all. The weight of unemployment draped over me like a dramatic cloak, and the imminent confession to PP and KK (my personal peanut gallery) seemed more daunting than a tightrope walking over a pit of banana peels.
My face was a living mood ring of gloom, and my enthusiasm for anything other than part-time jobs was MIA.
Lost in my jobless blues on the way to college, I morphed into a human bumper car and collided with a young guy, turning his neatly organized papers into a confetti explosion. Hastily, I hit the brakes on my self-pity party and offered a and-both to help him and to salvage a shred of my dignity. Life's a collision course, but who knew it could be this messy and strangely entertaining?
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(Imagin the page to be a pamphlet ^^)
The guy I collided with admitted his lack of attention to be the cause of the collision seeking forgiveness. "No, no, even I wasn't paying attention, you need not be sorry," I said gathering the fallen pamphlets along with him. "And not to sound nosy, but did something happen? You sound dejected," I asked sensing his dejection, I couldn't resist prying.
He sighed, explaining his futile attempt to recruit for a night shift club due to part-timers already being occupied with some job or the other. Excitement surged within me; it felt like divine intervention. Overwhelmed with joy, I inadvertently hugged the poor guy before realizing the awkwardness and stepping back. "Umm... sorry," I mumbled, grinning, "You won't believe me, but I was searching for a job with the same requirements. It's like God sent you to me. I'm so thankful. Please, I'd love to join your club. Please don't say no!" My plea triggered a magical switch; his face lit up. "You're serious?" he exclaimed. The tension dissolved into laughter. "This is incredible! We've been struggling, and now, it's like you dropped from job-seeking heaven!" he chuckled. Relieved, I shared my gratitude, "It's a win-win, right? I get a job, and your club gains a member." His enthusiasm was contagious. "Welcome aboard! We meet tonight at 7 for orientation. Don't be late," he declared, and I couldn't help but marvel at the serendipity of it all. As we parted ways, I couldn't shake off the feeling that, perhaps, this unexpected encounter held the promise of a brighter chapter.
I scrutinized the pamphlet, my passport to a new workplace in the heart of the city. A half-hour bus ride away, I allowed an extra hour for my first visit. Earbuds in, serenaded by instrumental tunes, I strolled to the bus stop. The bus arrived promptly, and with my student card punched, I settled into a seat. Disembarking, I navigated hidden alleys, taking a mysterious ten-minute route to the club. The line outside hinted at its popularity but armed with the recruiting pamphlet, I bypassed the queue, greeted by curious glances. Stepping inside, I entered a pulsating realm. Neon lights danced, music reverberated, and the atmosphere thrived with revelers lost in the rhythm.
