Peridot hasn't always had the best of luck. Or the best life, for that matter. Living in a crumbling apartment with the threat of it collapsing on top of you while you sleep isn't really a pleasant way to live but its the only life Peridot has ever...
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"I'm sorry ma'am but I'm afraid I won't be able to give you the job" the man adjusted his tie and set his clasped hands neatly onto his desk. He had pale skin and thin black hair and his expression was set into a permanent frown. His tie was dark blue and looked just as boring as his personality. He picked up a piece of paper and flicked it straight. Dull eyes scanned the printed words. "You claim to have knowledge in this field and you did excellently in your interview although I see no evidence of any higher education and therefore I'm not sure if I can believe you". Setting the paper down he folded his arms across his chest and leant back on his slick office chair. This was just another waste of time. Some desperate kid trying to lie their way into a job. Typical millennial behaviour.
Peridot frowned. The man slid the paper back over to her waiting hands and she slowly picked it up with a sigh, slipping it into her shoulder bag and standing up from her uncomfortable plastic seat. "I'm sorry for wasting your time" she mumbled as she turned around and silently left the room. This was bullshit! Just because she didn't study electronics in college or whatever, it didn't mean that she didn't have the knowledge needed for a decent job. Peridot had always had a knack for technology, she'd taken computer science in highschool and had graduated with above average grades. But what she did in highschool didn't matter when it came to finding a real job. She needed a degree. More experience. Which is what she didn't have and what she definitely could not afford.
With an angry sigh at how unfair the world was she slid into her mangy car and slammed the door behind her. The paint outside the vehicle was peeling off and the bottom was caked in an unhealthy layer of mud she could never seem to scrub off. Inside the seat covers were falling off, the seatbelts always locked at unnecessary times and probably wouldn't save her if she ever got into a crash. There was trash all over the floor, something Peridot could only blame herself for but really, she couldn't care less at this moment. It took at least three times to even start the damn thing! She growled as she jammed the key in and started the car. Backing out of the carpark and setting off down the road, she turned on the radio and tapped her finger on the steering wheel along to the familiar tunes.
Her apartment was in an even worse state than her car. If you could even call it an apartment, that is. The building itself seemed to be crumbling on its foundations and the blonde honestly wouldn't be surprised if it ended up collapsing on her one day. The sweet release of death didn't sound to bad right about now.
Peridot stepped out of her car and shut the door. Locking the piece of junk wouldn't even be necessary, who would want to steal something that looks like it belonged crushed in a dump? But Peridot knew the people who lived around these part were desperate. With a scowl she locked the vehicle.
The door to her apartment was old and wonky and the hinges were rusty and jammed. Opening and closing it was difficult and Peridot usually had to throw all her weight onto it to get it to open fully so that she could enter. An empty mattress sat in the middle of what the blonde woman liked to call the living room-slash-bedroom. It was bare save her a few thin blankets tossed over the sides. A lone half-full bottle of Mountain Dew lay beside the mattress, probably flat and warm but still drinkable in Peridot's eyes. Her standards had been lowered considerably.
