Streets Is Watching {COMPLETED}

SIW - 4.

Monday

I looked around the packed gymnasium at the many people from different backgrounds. I was at a job fair in the city amongst a hundred more other people.

I woke up at six this morning to be here on time. Not only was I trying to make a good first impression, but I was also trying to prevent myself from being in this long ass line all day.

A part of me wanted to say fuck this shit and just sell dope again, but I had to remember who I was initially doing this for. My kids needed me more than anything and I refuse to be another statistic in these evil ass streets.

"Next!" I heard, breaking me out of this daze I was in. I was a little nervous seeing that it was three men sitting before me in their suits and shit. I felt a little intimidated, but I prayed so I was going to be straight.

I never had a job interview before so there's no telling what kind of questions they'll ask me. Hopefully they won't ask me anything and just give me the job. $15 an hour? Man, I needed that.

"Good morning." I greeted before taking the empty seat before them. I gave them each a copy of my low-budget, Microsoft made resume and watched their every facial expression. They didn't seem pleased, at all.

"So, Mr. Carter, looking at your resume I don't see any skills listed that could benefit our company. What is it that you bring to the table?"

I rubbed the palms of my sweaty hands on my dark, denim jeans. I looked at all three of them before speaking.

"Well, I'm a very hands on type of guy. Ya'know, I'm very motivated, I can be a team player, I have basic math skills, and I'm also a great team leader. I'm known to always get the job done. It would be nice to be apart of y'alls company and be that extra help you may need."

I sighed a sigh of relief once I was done. At least a little bit of my nerves we're gone now that I was able to get that out of the way, but their facial expression didn't seem very pleasing.

They all shared a few words amongst one another before turning to looking at me. The one on the farther left spoke first, which I expected. He seemed like an asshole.

"Well those were nice words, but unfortunately you're not a candidate we are looking for."

I slowly nodded, "Cool, that's all?"

They all nodded and I just gripped on my chin hair with a frown, "Y'all not going to tell me what I did wrong?"

It seemed as if they were speaking with their eyes as they stared at each other. It was pissing me off because I once again felt like they were judging me and I refuse to let some colonizing, unseasoned bitches judge me.

I didn't even wait for them to respond. I grabbed my resumes and left their table. I ain't have time for this shit.

I exited out of the building and to the car. I had a lot more anger built up than I expected, so soon as I got inside I grabbed the blunt I had rolled and lit it up. As I drove home, I thought about my next move.

Looking for a job took forever and I was honestly sick of this shit. I wanted to badly hit up one of the homies and start back dealing and the way I'm feeling, that don't even sound bad.

Before I could pull out my phone to hit one of them up, my phone was ringing. Seeing Beyoncé's name made me groan. I know she's gonna want to argue and I don't have time for her shit.

"What's up?" I answered, taking a pull from the blunt.

"Hi, how are you today?"

"I'm straight," I answered dryly, "You?"