I was a fool to think that this job was just a job.

Everything from the advertisement to going and actually applying was way too trivial and

inviting.

I'm trying to tell myself that I'm going to be okay, but I just don't know.

I have some time before it happened, so I'll try to explain how screwed I am.

In light of the pandemic that's been around for more than a year at this point, I was

extremely tired of money.

Having moved out of my parents house right before Corona started shutting down businesses

and any possible sources of income for me was bad enough, but being a college student

on top of that was absolutely not helping my case.

For the longest time, after leaving California, I lived in one of those fifteen dollar and

night, rundown motels, while attending ACU, and life was undeniably a struggle.

Cheap housing was fine.

I could tolerate the dank and stain mattresses provided in the rooms, granted I had been

smart enough to take some washable sheets and comfortors, as well as for breeze from

home.

I probably washed those daily because of how hard to get in those old, barely ventilated

rooms.

The real problem came from the crime.

In the city of Tempe Arizona, there were almost 1,000 cases of burglary in the year of 2019

alone.

Now granted, at that time, that's that didn't scare me because I thought I'd be living

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