1| Profession

☼Willow☼

There are things that I just can't understand. Like why chickens don't fly, why do we have to write exams when an exam isn't the true test of knowledge, and why are capybaras so cute...

Why am I still jobless?

"What do you mean you're jobless? I thought you had a job?"

"Had, Grams, I had a job. Why do you keep forgetting that it's been two years since I had a job." I sighed, pinching my temple.

"Oh, my, time sure flies." The old woman said with an unbothered chuckle.

"For you, obviously," I muttered into the phone. "And I was only needed for two months, it wasn't like I stayed for that long. "This sucks."

"Being a nanny sucks?" She asked curiously.

"No, I meant not having a job." I corrected as I carefully added the last stroke of nail polish to my nails.

"Don't worry about it Wooly, I'm sure you can find something suitable when the time comes."

"Grams, when is the time ever going to come?" I asked, fastening my phone on my shoulder and hoisting it up so I could talk without using my hands. "I'm 25 and I live in an apartment that's so cramped because that's all I can afford from my parents who won't give me enough money to breathe because of their selfish reasons!"

I sighed into the phone. I mean, my parents have no business giving me money because I was the one who withstood their conditions.

I can't explain it right now.

"I'm tired Grams, I keep getting rejected and I feel so worthless. I'm not getting any younger." I grumbled, blowing out hair from my face.

"Well, that much is true." The old woman snickered.

"Grams!" I whined, making her chuckle at my protest.

"Wooly, my darling, you don't have to push it. I mean, not everyone wants a nanny these days because none of them are giving birth. They all want to keep a flat stomach and drown themselves in tequila, you should let go and do the same."

"Says the woman who's on a three-week vacation in Italy, courtesy of her daughter who doesn't give two flips about her own daughter." I rant tapping my fingers under the UV light to allow my nails to cure.

"I asked you if you wanted to come along, you know I would've bought you a ticket." she sighed tiredly. "You have to give yourself a break Willow, you are going to get a job, very soon, I can feel it. Don't stress yourself out, besides, if things don't work out you can always come live with me in Ohio."

I felt my whole face contort at her words. Ohio?

"Sure," I grimaced. "I'm glad I can count on you."

We talked a few more minutes before she started snoring into the speakers of her phone which told me it was time to hang up.

I was thankful that my nails were done curing by that time, so I hung up and turned off the UV lamp. I lifted my nails to my eyesight and examined them before filing them out. When I was done, I was so happy with the results and was debating if I wanted to add gel or leave it matte.

I decided to leave it matte afterward.

All my life, I always imagined how my life would turn out. I imagined being a hotshot nanny who was always booked and busy and enjoying success in every way possible to mankind. 

Yet, here I am, jobless and rejected after so many tries.

I hated giving up so that was not an option for me. I can't give up, especially on kids. Kids need to be taken care of and looked after.

I went to university and even though my father threatened to unalive me for choosing Children Care Education as a major, I still went ahead with it and successfully got my degree which I am very much proud of.

In total, it's been three years since I graduated from Uni., and I have gotten one job offer so far which I have already done. I don't know what the problem is or what I'm supposed to do to fix it.

I have filled out so many vacant spots and I'm still doing the same thing, but I don't understand what I have done wrong!

I understand that life can be cruel sometimes but come on, it's been two years give me a break.

I stood up from my desk after turning off the desk lamp and I made sure to carry along the rent notice letter that had been sitting on the desk since last week. My rent was due in two days. I don't have enough money. I don't have anything valuable to sell to add up and get enough money.

I sighed as I crumpled up the paper and tossed it into the bin before walking up to my bed and slipping under my covers.

Of course, I had an alternate solution. I could ask Grams for money, but I didn't wanna do that especially since she's on vacation. I could also ask my parents but that would make me look more of a dog to them than I already am and it's going to bind me under another one of their conditions.

"Urgh, this gives me serious migraines." I muffled into my pillow with a yawn and let my face sink into the soft fabric of my pillowcase.

I should at least get some sleep or else I would regret the headache I would get tomorrow from not dozing off. If things don't work out and I run out of options, maybe I will take up the offer and live with Grams, in Ohio.

I felt my shoulders relax at the thought, at least I wouldn't live on the streets.

After my third yawn that came unannounced, my thoughts were starting to get blurred when my phone chimed, alerting me of a notification. I easily ignored it and allowed myself to drown in a very deep slumber.

I need to rest. I deserve that much.

There had to be two things that made me completely delusional in the morning. One is finding out that the shoes I was planning to wear for the day were dirty and the newly added one to the list was waking up to an email requesting me to arrive at a specific house for an interview.

"Oh my fucking God," I shuddered as my eyes skimmed over the email a few more times.

When I was in high school, my senior year, I was forced to watch the news with my parents whenever it was showing on TV. They said that I would feel motivated whenever I saw how successful businessmen and women were and how far their achievements have run.

I didn't like that. I didn't like that one bit. But there was a day, when it was a beautiful Tuesday evening, and we were watching the news while soft drizzles of rain trickled down our windows.

Business Celebrity News. My parents were marvelling at the fact that the richest businessman known to the world was just 27. I was also interested in how the richest businessman managed to have a successful business and a happy married life.

I was dazed when I saw how his wife linked her hands with his while he held the baby in his arms close to his chest as he managed a slight smile for the camera.

This man had a name.

"Lorenzo Moretti." I allowed his name to slip off my lips.

What the actual fuck—