Chapter 3: Ava's Adjustment

But as she walked out of the bathroom, Ava's legs began to buckle. She felt a wave of dizziness wash over her, and her legs started to cross against each other. She stumbled, almost falling to the ground.

Ava grabbed onto the doorframe, her heart racing. She took a deep breath and tried to steady herself. She didn't want to fall, didn't want to make a fool of herself in front of her colleagues.

With a surge of determination, Ava pulled herself up and started walking back to her desk. Her legs were shaky, but she refused to give in. She sat down at her desk, her heart still racing, and began to work.

As she worked, Ava could feel the eyes of her colleagues on her. They were whispering and snickering, and she knew they were talking about her. She felt a surge of embarrassment, but she refused to let it get the best of her. She was determined to prove herself, to show them that she was capable of doing this job.

Ava dragged herself to the office, her legs heavy with exhaustion. She had barely slept the night before, her mind racing with thoughts of her first day at work. She couldn't believe how much she had struggled, how many mistakes she had made.

But as she settled into her desk, something shifted inside of her. She looked around at her colleagues, who were all busy typing away on their computers. They seemed so focused, so confident. And Ava realized that she wanted to be like them. She wanted to be confident and capable, to know what she was doing.

So she took a deep breath and began to work. She focused on her tasks, pouring all of her energy into them. And as the day went on, she started to feel a sense of rhythm, a sense of flow. She was getting the hang of this, she thought to herself.

But as the day drew to a close, it was time to go home, Ava's exhaustion caught up with her again. She felt like she was running on empty like she had nothing left to give.

She packed up her things and trudged home, her mind numb with fatigue, her mind still reeling from the events of the day. She couldn't believe how much she had struggled, and the weight of her mistakes bore down on her like a heavy burden.

As she walked through the door of her apartment, she was greeted by the familiar sight of her empty living room. She sank onto the couch, feeling the weariness of the day wash over her. Her landlord's voice on the phone was the last thing she wanted to deal with, but she knew she had to face the music.

With a sigh, she pulled out her phone and sent a portion of the rent money she owed, hoping it would appease him for now. She followed up with a quick call to confirm the payment, her voice laced with exhaustion.

“Hello, did you see the money I just sent now”. Ava asked the landlord. Yes, I saw it, but it’s yet to be completed, if you don’t complete it before the end of the month be ready to park out of my house !!!. The landlord replied to her. ..O..Kay, she said with a low voice from exhaustion.

She hung up and said, ungrateful soul, he should be thankful I sent part of the money …..

Ava looked at her account balance and almost burst into tears, the remaining money was not enough for her upkeep till the end of the month, she then rummaged through her kitchen, searching for something to eat.

She settled on a meager meal of toast and tea, her energy levels too low to muster up anything more substantial. As she ate, she mindlessly scrolled through her phone, her eyes glazed over as she watched a movie.

As the minutes ticked by, Ava's thoughts grew more jumbled and fragmented. She couldn't seem to shake the feeling of failure, no matter how hard she tried. Her mind was a jumble of negative thoughts, each one feeding into the next. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of self-doubt, unable to find a lifeline.

But despite her efforts to distract herself, Ava's mind kept wandering back to the day's events. She cringed at the memory of her mistakes, her embarrassment and frustration still simmering just below the surface. She felt like she was stuck in a never-ending cycle of self-doubt, unable to escape the gravitational pull of her inadequacy.

Just when it seemed like she might never shake off the weight of her mistakes, Ava's eyelids began to droop. She surrendered to her exhaustion, letting her head fall back against the couch cushions as she drifted off into a fitful sleep. Her dreams were a jumbled mess of anxiety and fear, but at least they offered a temporary escape from the turmoil of her waking mind.