Jack & Destiny

Chapter 11: Moira

The whole time I was staying at Jack's place, I was looking for a job.

Once I'm done cleaning or making food, I fired up my laptop and searched the Internet.

Ralph sat beside me either sleeping or to watch my fingers fly on the keyboard.

I am one of those people who talked to their pets.

It may sound absurd but I have a feeling they understand.

They just don't have the capability to verbalize their thoughts.

Ralph would purr or meow whenever I tell her how frustrated I am or how difficult life had been lately.

It was reassuring to know what she could somehow empathize with what I was going through.

I know Ralph was probably not thinking what I was thinking but she made me feel less alone.

I stayed in contact with my friends who also got laid off from The Beaver Lodge.

It was their idea I tried working for a food delivery service.

Most people were ordering in because restaurants are not allowed to let people eat in.

With the back and forth in the restrictions and what people can and cannot do, it was also more convenient to order online.

My friend, Moira, suggested it.

She was one of the first people to be laid off.

By the time I was told that they are temporarily letting me go, she was already working for a food delivery service company.

She told me she likes it.

"Either that or go broke."

The situation did not really give us plenty of options.

I have money saved up.

The idea of doing food delivery did not appeal to me in the beginning.

I wanted to see if there are more opportunities in Calgary.

But who am I kidding?

Everyone was affected by the pandemic.

The situation here was the same everywhere else.

When I checked my savings the last time, it was getting smaller.

Before I started hyperventilating, I shut down the computer and scrubbed the bathroom till it shone from top to bottom.

Despite the dwindling funds, I gave Jack rent money but he refused.

He said I should keep it.

I argued that it was only fair but he would not listen.

Even when I said I did not want to be a charity case, he stood by his words.

"You are not a charity case. Don't ever think that."

Since he refused the money, I decided to shop and pay for our food instead.

When he came home one afternoon to a fully stocked fridge, before he could say anything, I told him that I did not want to be a freeloader.

"Alright. If that's what you want."

Moira was right about the food delivery service job.

She said that all I have to do was to go online and apply.

I finally did it because the thought that my savings were getting smaller was giving me sleepless nights.

I searched online, checked the reviews and found a company that had more stars.