Daisy returned home late in the afternoon feeling so tired and used up. She dumped her bag on the cushion and slumped there for a while, being sad for herself.
She had just returned from a job hunt and it was obvious that it didn't go well. She was angry at herself for overreacting or acting up, when she would have been as quiet as a dove, which she really was. She thought. "I mean, how would I have known that the little man who was hopping up and down and showing himself off, how would I have known he was the interviewer. They don't behave so silly as he did. It's not my fault, yes, it's not my fault. I only told him the truth about himself, he should be grateful." She said to herself, in a way not to feel guilty for spoiling her interview by herself.She tried to cheer herself up by telling herself that, the man was only being rude, while she, on the other hand was being honest and straight forward, which was a good value every company should look out for in an employee. But, as she thought about the interview, she felt worse and started hitting herself. She regretted why she acted the way she did. She could have gotten the job.This was her fifteenth time going for a job hunt that month and all had proven abortive. She felt like giving up, getting herself all drunk and maybe, hit by a rich man who would take care of her afterwards. Hold on, she thought. What if the rich man hits me and I loose all my memories, and I can't even remember my name again? Huhh, she gasped, putting her left hand over her mouth. "No no no no. I won't suffer from amnesia. I'm just too young to suffer that." She encouraged herself for sometime.Looking at her bag which was becoming so worn out, she sighed deeply, wishing all of these would end. It's been a year and six months she graduated from the University, with a second class upper, in business consultation. Yet, it had been very difficult to get a single job. She was tired of the whole thing and was slowly giving up. She only stayed for about two months after graduating before venturing off in search of a job. She thought it was going to be an easy one, but it turned out that it was quite tougher than she thought it to be.She was the second child of her parents, her elder sister had disappeared few months after her graduation and no one ever heard of her or knew what her whereabouts were. That was about five years ago. Now, she had three siblings to look out for, with her parents, though separated. Her mother, Mrs. Kute has been disturbing her about getting a good job, so she can help fend for her younger siblings.She tried working for an average restaurant for two months and was earning just enough to feed herself and a little to send home. But, when her mother found out the kind of job she was into, she scolded her and made her stop it without hesitation. She went back into the mess she was once into. Carrying her files every single day in search of a white collar job, with a very nice office, a good computer, an air conditioner, good food for workers for lunch and a fairly weekly stipends from the manager or CEO as giveaways.She drooled in her imagination as she fantasied herself in a well furnished office, enjoying her job as a new recruit and running little errands for her boss or bosses who doesn't give her trouble.She could see herself dressed corporately, on a nice heels and bouncing hair, smiling at her colleagues and showing off her attractive dimples as she walks into her office, ready to start off the day's work.That would be a dream come true if any of that eventually happens someday, she thought. She needed to do something about her present situation as soon as possible, or she's likely to run back into her restaurant job without letting anyone find out about it. Her friend, Stacy has been helping her for the time being and it was high time she started doing something about bill payment in the house. She wasn't paying for the rent, nor was she contributing for the house bills. She doesn't spend money on food nor provisions. She was more like a little unharmful begger who has no choice than to succumb to what she sees. Luckily for her, Stacy was a very easy-going person and let her have whatever she wants. She knew the condition she was into, so she doesn't bother her at all about expenses.She was grateful to have a friend that was that nice, or else, she might have been found sleeping on the streets. She stared at the envelope containing her credentials for sometime and hissed loudly. She had the urge to through the envelope into the waste bin in the backyard and perhaps, end it all.This job search has been giving her a lot of headaches lately. None of the places she has been to that month had called her back. Most of them had about two days for that and she usually got a rejection email from all of them.She wondered if she was cursed from getting a job, because she couldn't fathom what the problem was. Perhaps, she was getting it, but she was missing something. "What could that be? She wondered deeply. "What could be the problem? Is there something I am missing? She murmured to herself.She decided to wave it off and keep trying, till she gets what she wants. After all, she quotes, "Not getting a job is like failing, and failing doesn't mean I'm a failure. So, I should keep trying but never give up, because that's the real definition of a failure." She said to herself, trying so much not to feel so bad. Finally summoning up courage to get over the incident of constant rejections she had been facing, she picked up her file from where she had tossed it and got up from the sofa, then she headed to the room. She took a shower quickly and dressed into a soft, light cloth. Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw that her hair was old already, but then she had no money to change it. "Arghhhh! She screamed at herself in the mirror, holding out her hair and staring angrily. "How do I even get cash to make a new one." She murmured sadly and that made her face look squeezed and she became uglier than reality.The more she thought about it the angrier it made her become. All of a sudden, she remembered a quote she stumbled on one time, which says, "when you are so angry that you feel like you're going to explode, smile. Yes, smile, that will make you much better." At the thought of that, she decided to change her approach towards what and the way she was feeling, and act like the quote said. "Wait a minute? How am I gonna laugh when I'm actually very angry. That's insane, is that even gonna work? She asked herself, thinking deeply about how feasible it will be. She recalled another quote by the same author, which was thus, "since you've been so angry at yourself, what has it yielded to? If not negativity and low self esteem, smile! She decided that, she would actually try smiling when she is angry. Maybe, that would actually in a way change her perspective of how she views life.First, she was going to force herself to smile, perhaps that would help her out. Thinking deeply about it, she realized that all her worrying and getting mad at herself for flopping at an interview have never yielded to anything, rather it made her lose hope in getting a job. She stared intently at herself in the mirror and tried to force herself to smile. It didn't work out, she couldn't do it. "Wow. How is it so difficult for me to smile? She wondered.She let go off her hair, used her fingers to shape her lips do it looks like she is actually smiling. "Good girl! You can do it." She leaves the bathroom to the bedroom and picks up her phone. She scrolled to her music playlist and selected one of her favorite hip-hop songs. Connecting it to her bluetooth speaker and increasing the volume, she started dancing to the rhythm of the song.The song was quite helpful as she danced and sang the lyrics with the musician.She headed to the kitchen to make something she could eat as she was hungry. Getting to the kitchen, she realized that the stew remaining was quite small, so she decided to leave it for her friend, which she thought was the best idea. She poured some cups of water into the pot, to prepare noodles, which was quite easy to make. As she was cooking, she was dancing. After a while, she was absorbed by the music and had totally forgotten her fate.Daisy noticed that her phone had stopped playing the music she assigned it to. She frowned, wondering what put a stop to it.She kept the fork she was using to eat on the plate, got up and headed to the room where her phone was. By this time, she could hear her phone ringing. "Who dares disturb my peace this early afternoon." She said, in a loud voice. As she left the kitchen to the room to go check out the caller, she heard the doorbell ring. "Oh damn it." She whispers, under her breath and moves to the sitting room instead. "Hold on, hold on. I'll be right there. Please, the bell is just too loud, can you stop!" She yelled, hoping whoever was at the door would listen, but the reverse was the case.She got to the door, unlocked it forcefully and yanked it open. "Ohh! Stacy." She said excitedly, now reducing her voice and acting so gentle. Stacy walks past me into the sitting room and sits down. "Seriously, are you deaf now? Geez, like I literally sta
Daisy woke up that morning feeling excited and more relaxed than she was the previous day. She had the feeling that she was going to get this job and she has never felt this way before.She had to remind herself that she was only going to submit her job application letter and get information on when she would return for the interview, so she doesn't get disappointed if something bad happens, though she doesn't pray for that to. Stacy on the other hand left quite earlier than Daisy, as that was what her job warranted her to do daily. She wished her friend a successful job application and promised to give her a treat if she eventually gets the job as a means to support her. At exactly 8 o'clock that Wednesday morning, Daisy took her bag with her file containing all the necessary documents and dashed out of the house to start her day with another job hunt. The company was about twenty minutes drive from her house, so she waited to get a good can that she could use
Daisy took the bold steps to walk into that office, as she could feel her legs trembling underneath her. It took a lot of energy to push the door open and she wondered why the door was that hard, perhaps, that was just her being nervous and anxious. She shivered as her first foot stepped into the office. Some part of her in a big way, wanted to turn around and run away as fast as she could and damn the consequences, forget about the pay, forget about the job, forget about the sweet rates. She had never felt this way before. She felt that it got scarier, the closer she went. The other part of her waved it off and convinced herself that the fear was only based on the rumour she might have heard in the past and not based on reality. She had to remind herself what she stood to have as a secretary of the CEO and what she could achieve with the title alone. So, with boldness, she walked into that office, shoulders raised up in utmost courage, face focused and ready to tear down any quest
It was noon, the weather was a bit cool as compared to the previous day. Daisy decided to go for shopping with the money she received from the SABS company. It took her aback as she wasn't expecting anything until two weeks time, seems this was her dream job after all, or so she thought. Although, she had goosebumps each time she recalled her encounter with the CEO, Mr. Dash. The awkward silence that always enveloped every vicinity he entered or he stayed in. She knew something was definitely wrong and she hoped she'd be able to adapt to whatever condition she found herself in, in the future, while working with him. She had heard a lot of bad remarks from Stacy, even before she considered finding a job in the company. She never heard a single story about him that had happy endings. Still, at that point, she had no choice than to accept whatever came her way.She was $1,000 rich today, which used to be more than three months of her swear or even more. She'd gotten that in only o
She stood In front of the company and said a little prayer. The previous day, she was so bold and courageous, walking into the company like she had an affiliation with them. This morning, she felt like she had the whole world on her shoulders and she needed to carry it without faltering.Today would mark the beginning of her luxury or sufferings or whatever it may be. She couldn't tell what she'd encounter when she got there, but she was ready to face the little she had prepared for. Or so she thought.It was few minutes to the stipulated time that was agreed that she resumed work. So, she walked into the building, heads high, ready to conquer. As soon as she got to the office, which would be hers, starting that day, she saw a file on the table that contained a list of some daily activities that she needed to work on. She reported for work online and sat down comfortably on the chair, her chair. It was like a dream come true for her. The room was perfectly furnished. It had w
She returned home looking frustrated and famished. She was so worn out and fatigued that she lay on the couch for over twenty minutes. First day at work, but it felt like she had been in slavery since forever. After a while, she carried herself up from the couch and headed to the bathroom. She noticed that the room looked so untouched, which meant that her friend wasn't back.Daisy had returned home by some minutes past 6pm while the normal closing time was 4pm. Stacy should have been back by now, she thought. She had never missed coming home on time, except she travelled. Daisy searched for her phone at that moment and immediately she caught hold of it, she dialed the number. At the first ring, there was no answer. Her heart began to race faster than usual, so she calmed her nerves and tried again. "Hey Stacy, where are you? I have been..." "Oh, I'm at the door already, you'll see me now, alright." The call ended abruptly, she dropped the phone and disappea
It was a really chilly evening, Mrs. Kute, also known as Rachel, hurried home to get the house in order so the wind doesn't affect her kitchen specifically. She had a loose covering at the top and tried to manage it as much as she could till she could take hold on some cash to give it the repairs it desperately needed. "Oh no, not again. Please, give me a little more time and I will get you fixed alright. I know I have promised you that a lot of times, but this time it is special." She mumbled audibly to no one in particular but to the ceiling like it had ears.She placed a chair and climbed on it, so her hands could get to where she wanted. She kept muttering words to herself and hissed lightly. Luckily, she was able to tame it and the wind also subsided a little bit, which made it very much fairer for her. She climbed down slowly and sat on the chair for a while. She complained to no one, soliloquizing. "How can I do this alone. I am really tired of all t
It was a bright Saturday morning. The birds chirped synchronically on the trees as the trees danced beautifully to the rhythm of the gentle breeze. The rays of the sun fell on her face and she stretched her body lazily. "Good morning." She heard from behind her. She knew instantly who had adjusted the curtains. "Finally, she wakes."Daisy smiled calmly still stretching her body. "Good Morning Stacy." She answered back, laying emphasis on the phrase. "I thought you wouldn't wake again. I mean, it's almost noon." Stacy said, checking out some outfits in her wardrobe. Daisy placed her face of the pillow clutching it tightly. "Ouchhh! She winced "It's been awhile I had a well balanced sleep. I felt like I was in a new world."Stacy laughed casually. "Sorry." She said, trying not to make her feel bad. "It's only a week at work and you're this tired already? Stacy teased. "Oh come on, you don't have to take it out on me. Somehow, I wish I could be transferred t