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However, I couldn’t get Lance out of my mind.
Chapter 13 - Lance
Itook a deep breath and opened the jobs section of the local list pages.
“You’re just looking,” I reminded myself. “That doesn’t mean you have to apply.”
My boredom had continued after that day I’d asked Kenzie to lunch, and I’d realized that I needed to do something to break it. The options seemed to be either to get a hobby, or a job.
Of course being out of work for well over a year would be a glaring mark on my resume. But the longer I stayed unemployed the worse it would be.
School was another option. Before my disaster of a non-wedding I’d been contemplating either an MBA or going to law school. But I wasn’t ready for that.
Hell, I wasn’t sure if I could even handle a part-time job. Boredom aside, I still suffered multiple bouts of pure apathy daily. It was a stark reminder that, though I was better in many ways, I had a long road of recovery ahead.
But I could see the road, which was more than I could say of the past year.
I shook my head and switched to the gigs category. A bookkeeping job or two, where I could input the data from home and on my own schedule would be a good start. It would be something to do, without getting overwhelmed.
Having decided on a path, I spent the next couple hours updating my resume. I only stopped when there was a knock at the door.
I blinked, walked over and opened it to see Kenzie on the other side, fist raised to knock again.
“Wow!” she laughed. “You answered.”
“Were you out here long?”
She shook her head. “No, but normally I have to let myself in after several tries.”
“Oh…” I stepped aside so that she could come in.
She smiled and stepped forward, the rustle of plastic bags and a delicious smell telling me that she’d brought food.
“Takeout?” I asked.
She turned and grinned. “Ribs,” she proclaimed, holding up one bag. “And pulled pork,” she announced, raising the other. “The smoked-meat food truck was down the street from work today. There’s also slaw and potato salad in here.”
My mouth watered. “That sounds amazing.”
She carried the bags into the kitchen and I followed, then noticed her staring at my laptop.
“Resume?” she asked.
I nodded and scratched the back of my neck. “I… ummm… I kinda need something to do. I thought a bookkeeping gig or two would give me some tasks when I’m up to it, without the stress of a full job.”
Kenzie rounded the table and hugged me tightly. “I’m so relieved…” she whispered.
I wrapped my arms around her, finally starting to understand her reactions as I did seemingly-normal things. “I don’t know how long it’ll last,” I admitted.
She shook her head into my neck. “A step back or two is expected, especially when making forward strides as big as yours have been the past couple of weeks. I’ll be here for you either way.”
“Thank you,” I murmured.
She sniffled. “Come on, let’s eat before the food gets cold.”
“Ok.”
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