rebecca delossantos

under new management

Exhausted eyes reflect back as I give myself one last pep talk. You can see the ways I’ve attempted to hide the pain and stress away with small amounts of eyeliner and concealer. The last bit of makeup I could afford since the last stimulus check had appeared in my bank account. “Get it together, Sam. You need this job. You didn’t struggle your whole life to let some pandemic put you out on the streets.” A low growl escapes me as I fight the urge to take out my frustration on my dashboard. I’ve applied to countless positions, yet this was the only one that had actually called back. A position as a hotel manager.