Each day, I trudged through the city in search of a part-time job, my résumé clutched in one hand and hope in the other. The city was vast, but the opportunities felt scarce. The cruel reality was that my qualifications barely met the minimum requirements, and the jobs that were willing to hire me came with abysmally low salaries, not nearly enough to cover my tuition fees, let alone my basic needs.
I ventured from one establishment to another, my footsteps echoing my growing desperation. The doors of offices, cafes, and stores seemed to shut in my face one after the other. It was as if The Hourglass Theory, with its unforgiving divisions, had cast a shadow over my every endeavor.
I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of resentment. Here I was, willing to work hard and contribute to society, yet the system seemed rigged against me. It was a stark reminder that the world operated on the principles of class and privilege, and breaking through the barriers was a Herculean task.
As the days turned into weeks, my hope waned, and my dreams of financing my education became increasingly elusive. I longed for an opportunity, a chance to prove my worth, but the city remained indifferent to my plight.
The world around me was shrouded in secrets and complexities, and I couldn't help but wonder if there was a hidden force at play, something far more enigmatic than I could fathom. In my relentless pursuit of a part-time job, I was unwittingly stepping into a labyrinth of intrigue that would challenge my understanding of The Hourglass Theory and the societal divisions it represented.
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The Hourglass Theory
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