I got the job I really wanted. And kept it for less than an hour. I had been looking forward to this position, even hoping it might lead to full time one day. My housemate, however, had other ideas. He phoned up the temp agency, said he was my boss, and cancelled my position. They phoned me to confirm. With the threat my housemate poses, I had no choice but to tell them I couldn’t take the job. I was– and remain slightly– crushed.
A funny thing has come out of this, though. I know I’ll be ok. Financially, things are dismal. This job would have solved many of my problems. It obviously isn’t possible for me to take it, though, so I’ll just have to make do with what I have. And, for the most part, I know I can. See, there is something resilient about the human spirit, and I can see that part of myself. I will persevere. In fact, I will live well. Afterall, I am the only person who can truly ruin my life. They will never break me.