It's Friday Friday. haha. Most teens after leaving their class on Fridays rush home to call up friends and see what everyone's doing, because as we all know the weekends are the place that everyone wants to be. But here's the twist, sadly i'm not like most teens. What am I doing you ask? Well I, Anna Burdette, am sitting in the Anderson Library. I'm working on my blog obviously and trying to pass the time before I go to work at 5:30 because I cannot afford the trip home and back.
I hate working a minimum wage job, no, don't get me wrong my life long dream has been to work at hot topic but I have to spend tons of gas getting there and coming home. especially now that I have to drive out to tri-county, which is even further away from my house. Gas just seems to be a lie to me. Don't get me wrong, I know we have to have it in order to live our daily lives and da da da da da, but it's like a bottomless expense. I go in and give the lady at the station 20$ that I worked hard for, twenty dollars I earned, personally by preventing hoodlums from stealing beanies and t-shirts from Hot Topic. She snatches the money like a vulture and says from a voice that has smoked a cigarette too many, "pump 6, sweetie?" What can i do but cringe and say "yes m'am". Then when I return to my car I get to watch as the numbers quickly rise to the amount I paid the vulture and when I return to my car I see I still have under half a tank and I almost slam my head against the steering wheel and scream words which mothers would shun their children away from hearing. But then again I remember I'm out in public, and doing something as "irrational" as that would cause a scene.
And who am I to ruin everyone elses Friday with my mid-week discontent?
