Each day I take out the applications but no one calls me. I wait. It's tiring. You are frustrated. How can it be so hard to find a bad job. I know it's because I have no history of work. No one will hire you without work. Maybe if you have kids and raised them. But I am young. I don't have kids. I am lucky. I have money from being a SP. If you are an SP you should save money. Don't have retail therapy. You save it. Get a bank account.
Then one day I get this phone call. It's for a job. Can I go see them. I say of course. I go there. It's not a good job but at a food place. I will work just part time and for terrible money. I must wear this uniform. Still I want to make it. I want to be normal. I don't like the job. All around me is kids working who are spoiled. They think they can be rich by 22. I look at them. I think you don't know hardship. You work at this job to buy another cell phone. Life is so spoiled you don't know it. Worst is they make some of these people the boss. How can you be a boss and 19? At 19 you cannot know life. I was an SP at 19 and I didn't know life.
I keep working and if they ask me to work other hours I do. The job is bad and you work so hard. They don't treat you good. So when I don't work I go look for another job. I think maybe I can be a waitress. Or a bartender. It's good money. But all want you to have experience. This food job is dead end. If the work is bad then how others treat you is worse. They see you as a loser. How can you do this job? You must quit school. I work this cashier job. People are mean. They see you as nothing. They aren't so much. They just work in an office. So what. I can make your weeks pay in 4 hours. The worst is women. They treat you worse than a man. A man is usually polite but only because he wants sex. The worst is people that want all these changes. They must have 2 pickle pieces on the burger. It's a big deal? I think who cares. You learn most people are spoiled. They don't even know.
You can work for a few days a week only so long until the money gets used up.
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