The door was shut and tension built in the atmosphere. The empty problems on my homework were not the best sight as my distracted mind longed to get off the chair. As long as my body was off the soft-cushioned throne and my pencils were off the paper, I was adventurous, changing the purpose of my pencils and my chair. In these moments, my pencils would no longer act as writing tools, but transform into drum sticks. For as long...

A glare for a smile, a refusal for a proposal, and a tethered soul after every call - I recollect every second. For every step I walk towards the customers, they go back to the exit door. Everybody comes and goes through the store, with nobody actually buying anything. For every conversation, I thought I was this close to sealing the deal, or so I thought. Working at a Boost mobile store was one of the first nerve-wracking experiences I...