Sometimes life rewards you when you take risks.
I had a job a while back, 10 dollars and hour PART TIME, pushing mail and boxes on a cart around an 16 floor office building for 60+ year old rich cacs. I hated that fukkin job. Everyday I was miserable. Just the looks of disgust they gave me on a daily basis made me feel subhuman. My manager was black and he was like fukkin super c00n. He'd make Uncle Ruckus look like Malcolm X. Dude was on some "clean your area!" "look nice!" "they're [cacs] coming!" shyt. We had to wear uniforms and basically kiss ass for pittance. Went on a few interviews, nothing. Couldnt apply for anything else because cell phone usage wasnt allowed at work. By the time I got home, job postings were up for hours and that fukked up my flow obviously. My go to move was to always send in an app for a job in the first 30 seconds that it was online.
One day, I saw this great job. A job that would put me at 40k+ full time for basically browsing the internet. Went into the handicapped bathroom with my phone and applied. My five star embellishing skills got me a call from the recruiter in about two days. I was at work, lifting this heavy ass box for this fukkin annoying cac. I put the box down, left the floor to talk to the recruiter. After I finished speaking with the recruiter, my manager and the cac saw me with my phone in my hand when I came back and they flipped the fukk out. The cac suggested that my manager confiscate my phone and dock my pay. He agreed. As he walked towards me to do so, I quit. Right there on the spot.
Instantly felt like shyt when I got home. How will I pay these bills? How will I eat? Luckily, a week later, after my 12th pack of Chicken flavored Top Ramen, I went on the interview and got offered the 40k+ full time gig.