Jodi, her eyes cast downward and her shoulders slumped, made her way across the room towards the elevators. Sharply, she jabbed the button to the seventh floor, her acrylic nail breaking off like half of her others had as she did. As the false nail fell onto the ground, she turned and rested her forehead against the wall of the elevator, her breath making condensation against it's metallic surface. Leaning back, she looked at her faint reflection. Her blond hair was windswept and the pale skin of her cheeks were pinkened and damp, tears streaming down her cheeks.
As the elevator 'ding'ed to her floor, she rushed out and stopped at the door to rummage through her purse. Sniffling, she pulled out her keys and her shaky hands jabbed around the keyhole until they finally managed to slipped the key in. She threw the door open and choked back another sob before she sat down on the edge of her bed, the soft, blue sheets comforting her. Slowly, she raised her hands up to cover her eyes, sniffling. She had just come back from another job interview, one she thought would've been hopeful. It was one of those companies that called in big groups, interviewed them all, then told them by the end of all the interviews whether they were hired or not - Basically everyone but her was hired.
Was she really that useless?