I work at a fine establishment. A fast-food restaurant, yes, but a damn good one. And the people I work with are fascinating individuals that make every day at work unique and totally unlike the previous day. Of course I might have the better part of the job, being a quick study and being adored by the majority of the male staff. Even the managers adore me. But unlike most, I still work hard; I earned the adoration [mostly]. I don’t slack off, so no one has the chance to start to dislike me.
Work seems to be all I have these days. Not that all my friends have suddenly abandoned me, I just feel as if I’m always working and hardly have time to socialize. And when I’m not working, I’m so exhausted I sleep well into the afternoon and feel like being extra lazy, exerting the very minimum energy and effort in everything. The way I see it, I’m conserving what energy I have in me for the next day I work.
I suppose I’m just not used to being employed and having this foremost obligation that trumps just about everything else in my life (for the moment)
I’m going to call it a night early.
~ swim with a (:
