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Now, my house is spotless, so my boredom is back in full force. And it’s brought with it, its little friend, depression.
I can feel it starting to seep in through the cracks of my being slowly. When I spend time with Shane in the evenings, it seems to stay at bay.
But then, he heads off to work, and I’m all alone again, trying to fill my time, so I don’t feel quite so worthless.
I decide today is as good of a day as any to go out and try to find a job. Working will give me something to do during the day and help out my money situation—or lack thereof.
So, I make myself presentable and head into town. Driving my car seems foreign to me after not doing it for so long. But I’ve missed it. I only wish it was warm enough to cruise around with the windows down and the stereo up. Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to blare the music with the windows up.
Flipping through the radio stations, I stop when I hear a familiar song. I can’t help but smile when I remember that this is the song Shane sang to me as we danced around my kitchen.
Shane sings it better.
I giggle at the thought.
When I get into the heart of Grady, I decide to park in the town square and walk. Despite my stubbornness, I wore my boot so my leg wouldn’t hurt too bad.
When I start my job hunt, the first two shops I hit aren’t hiring, so I make my way to a new clothing store that popped up not long ago.
When I enter the small shop, I see that they sell a lot of hunting and outdoor apparel. It’s not really my thing, but hey, it’s a job, right?
A man who resembles a lumberjack appears out of the back and walks toward me.
“Afternoon,” he greets in a gruff voice that matches the rest of him. “How can I help you?”
“Hi, I’m Jenna.” I give the most awkward wave of my life. “I was wondering if you were hiring.”
His eyebrows furrow as he looks me up and down. “You interested in hunting apparel?”
“Sure,” I reply with as much false sincerity as I can muster.
“Have you had any job experience with outdoor equipment?”
“Defineexperience,”I joke, trying to get this guy to like me.
“Why don’t you tell me about what job experience you do have, and we’ll go from there.” He smiles, but it doesn’t make me feel any better about how this whole thing is going.
“Definejob.”I’m not making this whole thing any better.
I briefly explain how I haven’t ever had a job per se, but I have a hell of a background in sports.
“Do any of those sports have you out in the woods, holding a gun?” He asks.
“Not exactly.”
Despite my attempts to convince him that I’d be an excellent fit for this job, I leave still unemployed.
And unfortunately for me, the following four places I try all have similar results. You’d think that the fact that most of these people have known me since I was a kid would work in my favor. But I’m pretty sure it’s hurting more than helping. Everyone either knows I’ve never had a real job, or they remember the mistakes of my daddy and hold them against me.
A couple of hours in, I decide to call it a day. I’m not getting anywhere, and my foul mood isn’t going to land me any fantastic job opportunities.
When I get back to the house, I decide maybe some good ol’ fashioned exercise could help me clear my head. And now that I don’t have a cast, that makes the prospect of working out that much more appealing.
Before heading outside, I threw on some leggings, a tank top, and tennis shoes. Due to the nippy weather, I grab a light jacket on the way out the door.
Deciding that I’ll take things slow and easy, I opt to leave my boot inside.
I start walking down one of the paths that leads into the heart of the ranch, and I have to admit that I feel great. The crisp, fresh air whips around me as I listen to the sounds of the birds chirping. And my leg is feeling great.
