Tonight I was sick. Not the cold or flu kind of sick, but the kind of sick where I needed my dose of you. So I did what any naive girl would do; eventhough I know it was probably not a good idea. Eventhough I know when I read the words you would bleed across the keyboard as you type to expose the deepest parts of you, would hurt me the most. I still needed my dose of you. So I sat by my computer and drank every cork filled of bittersweet medicine hoping that one of them would cure my sickness. A sickness I call you.
I don’t know you and you don’t know me but when you talked about her I could do nothing more but feel. I wanted to yell so loud that you can hear me across the ocean that separates us “stranger I feel you!”
But then I thought “what good would that do?” You had obviously placed her so high on a pedestal that you can’t help but walk around with your head looking into the sky and not notice those around you.
But stranger I want you to know that there’s nothing you can do that would stop me from feeling for you.
So, I’ve finally join the world of taxpayers!! Or in more sense, I’ve finally got myself a JOB.
Throughout High School, I was one of the few individuals who did not work part time and went to school at the same time. My parents were one of the few people who believed that their kids when in school should focus primarily on getting an education than working. So here I am, 2 years out of High School and for the first time in my life, I am working.
Now, when my parents informed me that I had to get a job, I was all for it. I was so hyped. I was going online looking for any job that would suit me and I had this idea in my head that I could work 2 part time jobs, that way I would get the amount of income that we needed to float us financially. But when reality stepped in and I actually started working, I began singing another tune.
Today marked day six of working and I can tell you I dread it. No, I do not hate the job itself but I hate that I have a schedule in which I have to wake up and have to go to bed. Unlike some people, I love my sleep and I love reading and usually I would sleep till 2-3 into the morning and wake whenever I wake but I can no longer do that and thats what I hate about working. I hate that it limit my hours in the day in which I usually put aside for reading.
Working all in all is fun and I like that my job makes me feel important and needed.
Tell me what is your experience in working and what you hate about it?