Three Years Earlier...
I drag my finger down the screen again, releasing it before listening to the refresh sound effect. No new mail appears on my screen and I start to loose hope. Maybe it didn't go as well as I had thought. I really thought my application was fantastic, but maybe I was too proud and cocky. "C'mon... please," I whine under my breath, dragging my finger down the screen for what I had counted to be the the twenty-second time. Still, nothing.
"Whatever," I sulk as I throw my phone onto the mattress, leaning against the wooden backrest that sat close too close to the wall, slowly eroding the paint away.
I had finally graduated from my uni course, and I was fresh meat looking for a job which is probably the most scary thing I'd faced. I applied at a small publishing firm, nothing too extravagant but something to dip my toe into the water. And after three days, nothing has come through. Not even something to tell me that it was pointless, that no one would hire me. When I sent my resumé in I was told they'd email me to let me know a date, should they be impressed. However, nothing had been heard yet. Which only meant that they weren't impressed...
My arm shields my eyes as I think of something, anything to distract myself from the ever looming dread of never being hired, being able to wake up everyday and being excited to go to work. No, instead I'll get to curse my life as I am spat on by rude and demanding customers as I waste away in a fast food restaurant. Thankfully, I don't search for a distraction for long, my ringtone doing just that.
I smile as I accept the call, knowing this was the best person I could talk to. "Have you heard anything yet?" I hear from the other end.
"No," I mutter as I chew on the now red skin around my nails. Slowly, the skin was vanishing and I think it time to admire I had a problem. Do they have meetings for people who chew their nails? Or the skin around them?
"I promise you'll hear from them soon, babe." He assures me and I bite my lip. Easy to say... but where's my email? Hmm?
"But, what if-"
"Trust me. They'd be stupid to let you slip through their fingers," I nod, the action being as pointless as refreshing my screen every other hour.
"Thanks." I say letting out a long sigh. "Anyway," I attempt to change the subject, needing to talk about something else before I exploded. "What time will you be home?"
"Probably... six-ish and I'll bring... Chinese?"
"We had that last night. How 'bout..." I bite my nails in thought. "Pizza?"
"You're the boss." I giggle at him, knowing that I had so much control over this man. He'd drop to his knees if I asked, and I loved that power. In my... other relationship I was at their command. This was different.
"Okay, well I'll see you soon. Love you,"
"I'll be home as soon as possible, love. Love you, more," and with that I end the call. He was the best thing that happened to me after finishing Uni.
Kurt and I had met a few months before graduation. He was why pulled me through to finish my course. He was the one that made me make some of the biggest choices in my life, like moving to the states, and I don't regret any of them. I'd follow him to the end of the earth if it came to that.
Leaving my phone to be lost amongst the mixture of messed up bed linen that I probably fixed during the day, I walk into the small bathroom and strip from my jeans and shirt, jumping into the shower. I had hoped that it would relax me even a little but to my dismay it couldn't flush the thoughts of this pending job from my mind, leaving my muscles stiff and nerves very much present. I'm sure someone better, more experience with a higher education standard was accepted.
