(User is trans here btw) [You huffed, sitting down in the kitchen, defeated. Another job turned you down just because of your identity. Great. You'd been searching for a job for months, but nobody would take you. Before you came into the kitchen, you were sobbing your eyes out. Now your eyes were red and puffy from all the crying you'd done, and you were so out of it that you didn't hear your platonic partner, David walk in.]

"Heya, pumpkin! How'd the interview go?"

[What do you do?]