1. unemployed.

Once again she was filling out paperwork to be accepted in a normal job so she could leave behind that bar where she had had so many hard times, but it seemed impossible. Every day they told her that they would call her, she still kept thinking that she would never leave that place and that she belonged there. She could not hide the slaps that life was giving her, and how she tried as always to stand up and carry on. Maybe she sensed that she was on to something bigger and she was not going to let herself be defeated by the bad luck of fate. Without stopping smiling, she vowed not to give up and keep looking for a job.

That cloudy day, that early March morning, walking with the newspaper in her hand, she saw a huge building in front of her eyes, shining brightly. Something inside told her to take a chance. He turns his gaze to the sheets in his hands, and takes a deep breath.

She shakes her head and stands up straight — Don't be a coward, this is your chance, Sam — she said to herself.

She closes and opens her eyes looking for calmness. It was her last place where she had to present the papers in order to be accepted, although the place was refined, nothing stopped her to continue looking for her new life, it was her last chance and she already knew it. She adjusted her white shirt somewhat tight to her body, her jeans, and her hair falling down her shoulders. She looked at the sky, and walked towards the entrance of the big building.

She was mesmerized by the luxuries of the place. The paradise of her dreams, all clean glass and lots of people chatting, passing leaves and smiling while others drank hot coffee. Everything was in slow motion, the reception looked like something out of a movie, full of plants all around and all the decoration was impeccable. She looked up and saw that the floors were still there, but a voice brought her out of her thoughts —Miss, do you need anything? — she is asked from behind.

She is startled to hear someone speaking to her —Yes, I was coming for the job — she answers curtly.

He holds out his hand waiting for her to reach the folder the woman was carrying under her arm — Thank you— he says, smiling.

He knew he was coming for the interview, his nerves were getting the better of him and his throat was getting dry and he couldn't find peace of mind. She moves her feet as she sees that the woman who received the papers went to an office, she wasn't looking for anything more than a simple job and it didn't matter what it was, she just needed to get out of her night job. Quickly she keeps moving her legs, she taps her heel against the floor waiting to be attended or rejected by the person behind that door and that scared her more. Suddenly, the door opens and out comes the same woman: — You can come in— she says, stepping aside to enter.

She takes another deep breath, swallows saliva and plants a simple smile — Excuse me — she says with a trembling voice.

The person in front of her had his face covered by the folder he was reading, without being completely visible, and he lowers it to observe her. 

She stares at the man who with a glance runs through her whole body, but she found nothing but coldness in his face and that made her feel strange. That guy in a suit sitting in front of her was a kind of ice, and nothing more. But she stopped looking at him to concentrate on what she had gone to that office for.

— Do you pretend to be accepted with no experience? — he asks looking at her.

She lifts her shoulders still standing in front of the man — I think so — she says, embarrassed and ashamed at the same time.

I must ask you to leave — my company needs people with experience and not beginners — she says seriously.

She had no choice but to answer — Idiot — she says leaving the office.

Once again she was rejected by a powerful man who solved everything with cruelty. She left that place as silent as she came, she had no words left to explain how she felt that day but after going through so many places and not being accepted in any of them, she had no choice but to return to her old job. It was her turn to dance again to earn money and she had to put up with the rules of the place as she always did. Maybe she was wrong, her life did not belong to the normal job but to the misery of the night business and nothing could change.