The Rebound Game

Fourteen

Someone should have told me that sending a resume out of boredom can almost guarantee you a job. With a nonexistent social life, my day revolves around Netflix, stalking on social media, eating junk and sending resumes to please mom.

This is how I ended up with an interview to look forward to with an NGO based in Nakuru, thanks to Jess. I once sent her an email attaching my CV because she demanded that between her husband and my mom's network, I could land myself a prestigious job. Well, I failed to mention to her that I have had a spot waiting for me in Virginia for a while but I really dont like working in an office setting. Wrong career choices can make you bitter.

Suffice to say, this is not how I pictured my Sunday morning; obsessing over interviews. It is scheduled for Thursday so I should be pretty much decided about it. My dilemma is to do with the fact that Jess knows about the appointment and has even sent me a cheat sheet of the questions. I guess she is be bored and just wants to make me one of her projects. It would really make her look good if she spreads word that she saved me from alcoholism and got me a well paying job.

I have a feeling that she is expecting me to turn down the offer. It would be further proof that I am one ungrateful bitch.

On days like these, a glass of whisky would help tone down the depressing thoughts running undisciplined in my mind. What stops me from the trading the juice for something stronger is a text from Christian. I welcome the distraction and quickly open the text.

Whats on your agenda today, princess?

Indoors, spending the depressing Sunday the proper way

I thought the proper way was to attend a church service and have late lunch with family or friends?

I highly doubt thats how his day is coming along but I let it slide.
I am new in this neighborhood.
It is not a complete lie anyway. I don't even know my neighbors name.

This is how I end up telling him more than he needs to know. I have just typed a paragraph briefly mentioning that I have to smoke and drink to distract me from life changing decisions. Honestly, at this point, I don't care that I over shared. Who is he gonna tell? He is literally millions of miles away.

This is what early twenties do to you. You question everything. If you were given a chance to erase the past few years, what would you do differently?

I don't miss a beat and confess what I am yet to admit to myself.

I would study something I enjoy. Too bad I am only realizing that six years down the line when I should have my life together. Life has a weird sense of humor, right?

What's stopping you?

I stare at the ceiling thinking of a reply. I am yet to come up with an answer myself.

He is still online when I reply and has taken to typing and starting over again. I get bored after three minutes of waiting and toss the phone on the unmade bed and head over to the balcony. There is too much breeze and I regret my choice of outfit, a tank and jean shorts. It is early August which is quite unusual for the darkening clouds that signal the beginning of a heavy downpour. Could this day get any worse?

When I check my phone after two hours, I find that I have a new text. It is from my brother Alex.