Random Scrap:
The old man never called back but he gave me some hope. I knew that occasional lessons or projects probably won't be enough to pay for more studies and rent. I didn't have a choice but keep going. I did call Dad and asked for a loan towards my rent. Kamil also gave me a few hundred dollars. I was very grateful for the help (which I accepted without feeling any shame) but it was obvious that something had to be done about my cash flow.
My enthusiasm for restaurant finding a job at a restaurant completely faded after attending a group interview at one of the pizza joins. It was held at downtown and I took a bus there. The driver was a trainee and he was driving under a supervision of a big black man who kept constantly kept yelling at him. It only made things worse because at some point we turned into a wrong street which drove the trainee and the supervisor into a meltdown. When we finally found the our way back and arrived to a bus stop an elder woman told the driver that he did a good job and not to worry.