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What Really is Rock Bottom
It was storming, I had run out of gas, I was walking to the gas station outside — at 9pm wearing sweatpants and crocs. I had left my wallet at home and the only card on my Apple Pay had been “disconnected” for some odd reason.
There was something about the last few weeks. I had been struggling because of the recession and inflation. I work in tech, so I got laid off recently and the job market isn’t exactly what it used to be.
I work as a Marketing Director and have recently decided to open up my own agency in order to fight the system, and earn some income.
This was where I start to fall short.
As I’m walking back to my car with a gas tank and soaking wet I watch sparks fly from a telephone pole and look at my car in the distance with it’s hazards on. Tears are running down my face I have an Air pod in my ear telling Siri to call person after person and no one is answering not even the man I plan on marrying.
So I call my best friend who lives states away and she answers and as I’m balling my eyes out to her about where I am in life she makes me stop in my tracks.
