“Thank you for your application. Initially we offered you the job, but we’ve decided to go with someone with more experience, you understand. I apologize for the initial mistake, but would like to keep your application should we need someone else, would you like that?”
Hmm, determining what would be more appropro, f* you or “I would rather pursue other opportunities”. Probably the later but I went with my gut, it felt good. So here I am, unemployed and fed up with the same old bullshit. I strolled into a local karaoke joint, belted out some “I don’t need you. don’t let the door hit you” type thing. Killed a few of whatever was cheap and sloshed out the door toward the next bar.
Didn’t even notice the thug behind me. I caught a glimmer of his switchblade, felt the knife graze my shoulder as he cut my purse strap. It fell into his arms and before my mind caught up to reality he was gone. Eyes grew blurry with tears. I looked up to see it. It was unlike any I’d ever seen before…