Alone At Last

7

I didn't get the job.

Surprised? I'm not. Not really. Apparently I wasn't a "good fit" for the position.

They were going to go "another route", or so they claimed.

Whatever. They were probably right.

Beauty blogging wasn't really my thing.

Going from working as a paparazzo, caricature artist, to pizza deliveryman, to bus boy, to now: unemployed is really starting to bring me down. I needed to find something.

What was my thing?

Hmm.

Breaking hearts? That nagging voice at the back of my head sang out. Telling me to call my exes. Smooth things over.

Go away.

I don't need these kind of bad suggestions.

Honestly, I wasn't used to constantly sitting around doing nothing. It must be getting to me.

Maybe I should start my own band.

Hmm.

Be a tad bit more realistic, please, Gabriel – Now which ex-girlfriend's voice was that? Audrey? I hummed. No, Tiffany?

Maybe I'll submit my resume and portfolio to that modeling company. They need photographers.

Ah! Savannah. It was definitely Savannah.