Today I was set to start my first day of work as a Funeral Salesman. I woke up early, became as ready as I could with the meagre supplies of clothes and everyday items I have, packed a lunch and set off towards the bus stop - all the while trying to keep my mind off of what the day had in store for me.
I walked to the bus stop, sat down on the bench, and waited. And waited. And waited. The bus never came.
I double, triple, and quadruple checked the schedule, each time confirming that I was indeed at the correct station. After an hour of sitting in the baking, humid heat, it dawned on me that the bus not arriving must be a sign of divine intervention. Accepting this theory as truth, I - perhaps a little too eagerly - headed home and emailed the boss my resignation. Who am I to turn my back on God's wishes?
I figure waiting a week or two to secure another job will help me become more acclimated to the area, and hopefully give my jet lag time to subside a bit. The worst case scenario would be if I am never accepted at another position, run out of money, and have to return home within a short timeframe. Sad as that scenario may be, I would still count it as a success, because I wouldn't have had to work as a Funeral Salesman.
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