Felix is stuck in a never-ending cycle of job applications, rejection letters, and the crushing weight of existential dread. When a job offer magically appears in his inbox with a salary so ridiculously high it could pay off his student loans and bu...
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The morning sun filtered through the thin curtains, casting a warm glow over the small, cluttered apartment. The ticking of the clock on the wall was the only sound that filled the silence between a pair of siblings.
A red haired man squinted at the job description in his laptop.
"4 years of experience-this is bullshit! This job's entry level!!" He hissed.
Felix, slumped over the kitchen table, stared at the screen of his laptop with weary eyes. Job listings blurred together, each one more unpromising than the last. It seemed that, at some point, promising job prospects tumbled themselves into heaps of garbage, promising one thing over another, then ghosting him without a trace.
'Breathe,' He thought, stretching his legs. He's got a few weeks left, right? Don't rush.
Slowly, time trickled by. Weeks passed, as well as an onslaught of rejections, "thank you's" and resumes tossed into the back burner. Over and over the cycle went; applications, interviews, screenings, background checks-an endless loop that burnt out whatever hope he had.
"What do these companies want?? Grad degrees, decades of experience?? Superhumans???" He was this close to flinging something, anything, on his window. Property damage be damned. "I'm done. Seriously. Really done.'
His sister, lounging in the sofa with him, squinted at the laptop of listings he was holding. "We'll find something," she said, her voice gentle but strained.
"Yeah, like a needle in a haystack," he muttered, clicking on yet another dead-end listing. "At this rate, I'll be signing up to be a professional dog walker."
"Hey, that's a respectable job," she teased, leaning forward. "Think of all the adorable puppies."
He glared at her, holding his laptop at her face. "Yeah, except I'd probably trip over them and end up in the hospital. Not sure my pride can take another hit."
