Stay In School

Seriously. Working 40 hours a week as a cashier at an effing grocery store is *not* how I want to spend the rest of my life. I don’t even comprehend time as a numerical value anymore. It’s work-time. It’s break-time. It’s lunch-time. It’s gohome-time. It’s sleep-time. And days… pah! Days–monday, tuesday, etc… they no longer exist. It’s pay day. It’s the day after pay day. It’s two days until pay day. And so on. When time become meaningless. Time, which I used to count as something so very precious… that’s when I know this is really getting to be… something that I know I don’t want to become habit.

I guess what I’m (sort of) getting at now.. is that I’ve come to the realization that in a job like this, life could easily pass you by. I don’t want that. Not now. Not ever.