It was dinner time. I came out of the room, and I noticed no changes in their looks. I made my way to the kitchen, which was exactly how I had left in the morning; not even the groceries I had purchased were undone.
What the hell were both doing? One was bloody sobbing, and the other was busy consoling. I made my way to where my parents were. "Mom, you should start cooking." "What?" "I bought groceries this morning; you didn't bother to touch those; what are we supposed to eat now? Take a break from your sobbing and start preparing something." "It's been a long time since I entered the kitchen; I have almost forgotten how to cook." Yeah, right, princess." Well, with whatever cash is left within me, I have to manage until I get a job. Due to the circumstances at hand, getting a job is not easy; I can't always order food; we will be out of cash very soon, and trust me, we won't be able to have a meal, so start rewinding your memory. Enter the kitchen and start cooking something; eventually, you will remember, ok, only this time I am going to order food, and this would be the last time, I mean it, Mom". This woman over the period has become a more delicate princess thanks to my dad, who spoiled her in such a way.
The next day, when I woke up, I was surprised to see my mom in the kitchen. My dad helped her. Over the night, so many changes were unbelievable. With a smiling face, she told me to set the table; everything was ready, and her memory was back.
We were having breakfast; food was like 'yack', oh god, her memory was not back completely, or she didn't know how to cook, and I didn't have any option other than gulping down. "So, you are going on job hunting." My mom overnight turned into a 'sweet woman', and I am not a fucking idiot to give in to this change. What was her catch? "Yes, I had applied for a few; I never thought I would hear from them. I got two interviews scheduled; I need to see how it goes." "Do your best. Is it a big company? What about your pay scale?" "Depends on might be good." Once you start earning, you will lend me some money for my expenses, right? And I could never be wrong. Here we go." It depends on what expenses you have. As I said, I am not going to pay a penny for your bullshit things." "At least once in a while, I deserve it, don't you think?" "Why do you deserve it? Care to explain, please? Mom don't test my patience. I got fucking so much on my plate. You are worried about spending; we need to be financially stable, left with nothing apart from this flat, and what about every month's bills? Why are you not getting anything?" Hard to give up on habits." "Do you mean spending habits? You were not born rich, so don't give me bullshit reasons." "Let him get some job; later we can discuss everything. Please eat your food, honey. That was my dad. These two swore to themselves to fucking get on my nerves with their unbearable affection for each other.
After finishing breakfast, I got ready and left home. I was nervous, not about the interview, but about how they would treat me after seeing my face and thoroughly seeing my name on the spot if I got rejected. I wouldn't be surprised, but anyone willing to give me a chance by not considering my background, yeah, I am expecting a lot.
The whole week went by giving interviews and getting rejected on the spot. I was not even called inside the interview room after cross-checking my name. A few HRs laughed at my face and held me responsible for dooming a billion-dollar company. They even asked me how the hell they were going to trust me after the incident and give me any responsibility by concluding that, like a father, like a son, I was kicked out. I gave up on getting any job in multi-national companies any time soon; till this news dies, I have to wait, which may take like a year or more. I have also given interviews to small companies for assistant positions, accountant positions, and even marketing positions. I wanted to turn every stone to grab some luck if luck was not willing to come to me, but once again, rejection. It had been more than 10 days since I'd didn't hear from anyone.
In an exhausted state, I came home. Both my parents were waiting for me, and my mom ran towards the kitchen and bought me juice. "Any luck." My dad. "Thanks to you, none." "Stop blaming me for once. "I am not able to find any suitable reason other than you." "Will you stop? Please tell me, are you expecting any calls?" "No big companies are going to hire me for obvious reasons; I have given interviews to small companies too. I was expecting some calls, but it's been more than 10 days. I didn't receive any, and I can conclude that I am not going to get one." "What are we going to do? How many more days do we need to lead this life? Please give me some poison. I can't live like this anymore." That was our princess complaining to her husband, "What next? What are we going to do?" "I will try to get any job in a supermarket or some restaurant as a cashier or waiter." "That's too low for your qualifications." "And I can't help it because of my background. I need to get some work. After a few days, we left with no cash." "Can't you find any better common? We can't live this way. Look at your mom; she is a crying mess." "I am trying my best, dad. If you want us to get better soon, then start searching for a job rather than consoling your princess; we can try to work out something together, right?" "I was managing a company. I am not going to do some low-level job," "Carry this attitude and get your mindset fixed on this living, and you both don't have any right to complain either; nothing is going to change anytime soon, trust me." With that, I made my way towards the room. I need a shower to relax my mind. Always coming home is turning into more stress than being outside; they always end up pulling worse in me and testing my sanity.