I can't. Yet what I just categorically ruled out may be the best chance I have left.
Should I do it, even though it could be the biggest mistake of my life?
I twist the card in my hand. "Come on, Maya. How else will you pay your bills?" I admonish myself because my father's voice remains silent just when I need it most. "No matter how bad the job is, you just have to endure a few weeks. With the salary, you can even build up a small reserve."
That's true. But for what purpose? To buy time to find another job that I'll be just as bad at as all the others?
Dammit. I don't know. I don't know anything. Only that without this job, I'll have even less than with it. What choice do I have, really?
None.
So I do it. I take a deep breath and dial the number with trembling fingers.
