Chapter 8
RAE KELLER
My mind tugged at me, taunting me, as I trudged along in the suit I was borrowed by Rosha. It kept reminding me of the promise I had made the last week. I would get a job and I would take my daughter out of the depressing home where we stayed.
Promises are meant to be broken, it said to me.
Things were not going as planned at all. I had planned to look through at least two to three companies before I got a job. I even made sure to target companies that were not discriminating against ex convicts because I knew that otherwise, I probably would not get a job. But even that had not helped me at all.
All day for the past week, I had attended four interviews each and once they heard my name or saw my face, it was like they just lost interest and I just knew that these people were not going to hire me.
