It was always there when I needed it.”
“Then maybe it is a good thing that you have quit. Maybe it is the best thing to ever happen for you. Everything happens for a reason, right?”
“I don’t know…”
Eva is trying her best to be supportive, but even she knows how much the business meant to me. Most of our conversations have been about work and most of my thoughts were about my job. I don’t know who I am without it.
What will Eva and I talk about without the business?
What will I fill my time with?
“The more I think about it,” Eva continues, “The more I know that it is the right thing for you to do. The job was an obsession for you. That’s not healthy. You need to discover who you are without the job. You need to find out what is important to you without business.”
“What am I going to do?” I whisper to myself.
“Maybe start your own business?” Eva smiles.
“I wouldn’t even know where to begin.”
Eva pours another glass of wine and hands it to me.
“And I still have bills to pay,” I sigh.
“You could always pick up a job at a bar. You’re pretty and funny – that’s all that is required for a job behind a bar.”
“But I don’t want to work behind a bar,” I slump to the couch, “I want my old job back. I want my old life back. Why can’t everything just be the same as it was two weeks ago?”
“Because that’s not life, Chloe.”
Eva sits quietly next on the couch and stares at me.
“Stop looking at me,” I say to her.
The longer she looks at me, the more I can feel the tears building.
Damn.
For so long, I have been trying to be a strong, confident woman, but right now, I can feel the tears welling up from deep within me.
“Let it out,” Eva says calmly.
I avoid eye contact.
“It’s ok,” she reassures me.
I look at her.
Damn.
My face tries to fight back the tears but it is no use.
Once the first tear comes out, the rest pour out in a flood. I collapse into Eva’s arms and let the tears flow.
They don’t stop.
I want to stop crying but I can’t.
Eva holds me in a reassuring hug, letting me know that she is there to support me.
“This is not the end,” she says after a while, “This is the beginning. It’s the beginning of a new adventure for you. This is the start of something big.”
I wish I believed her.
“I’ll never have another job as good as that one,” I mumble into her jumper.
“Don’t talk like that,” Eva pulls away from the hug and stares me in the eyes, “You have a lot of skills and you could land another job in the industry tomorrow. Your name is respected by the people that matter.”
“But my name is unknown by the people that hire people.”
“They don’t matter. It’s the people in the industry that matter.”
I shake my head and Eva pulls me back to the hug.
“I wouldn’t even know who to call,” I whisper.
“Start with everyone you know whose name starts with the letter and A, and work your way through. You’re bound to find someone who can help you.”
I shake my head.
“Oh come one. Where is that famed Chloe drive?”
“It died with the job,” I turn back to the wine.
“Oh no, it didn’t,” Eva is strong, “You don’t give up just because you got a bad break. You love this industry and you love what you do. You need to chase what’s important.”
“Maybe you’re right…”
“Maybe? No. I am right. You are going to get back on your feet quicker than you imagine. Your drive is going to land you another get job.”
I really hope she’s right…
Chapter 12
One month later…
I open another email and it is another rejection.
I brush the rejection off. It’s not like I wanted that job anyway.
I’ve gotten used to rejection over the past month. I started out by only applying for jobs I really wanted, but I didn’t even land an interview. Those rejection