These Are The Best Four Years of Your Life. Pfft.

Today was my last day of work for the summer. Nearing the end of the night, I was clearing off a table with three, "gentlemen" sitting at it. One stopped and asked me, "Don’t you ever get tired of cleaning up after other people?" I told him it was my last day before I went back to school and so it didn’t really matter anymore. They went through the, "what’s your major?" and "where do you go to school?" motions. Made a few "Drama" cracks at my major…asked why I didn’t want to be an actress…blah blah blah. They asked if I wanted to find a job in nyc. I told them no, but I did want to find a grad school there. Which baffled them. NYC is a place full of hopefuls and wannabes, and it’s not the only place I plan on looking for a real job. Especially when, there are a thousand others looking for the same one. It’d be stupid to stay in one place and hope for something to fall into my lap. They still didn’t understand. Then somehow the conversation went to how much longer I’d be in school, and I expressed a slight concern of not finishing on time. The same man who asked the very first question said, "I don’t think you understand. Those are the best four years of your life. You shouldn’t be in a hurry to finish them." I told him it was more like four years of debt for me, so I didn’t particularly care. And he and his friends laughed about how they would go back and stay there if they could. Paying a dollar at a frat party to drink all night…and that’s when I knew. I wasn’t dealing with intelligent people. So I pretended to laugh and act like their flirting wasn’t offensive, and gave one of the servers, "the eye". They cut in, and I left.

I’m not a partier. I don’t think that these past two years have been the best in my life, thus far. I’ve had better. And I hate middle aged men that go to fancy restaurants to hit on the waitresses and busgirls. And I detest stupid, ignorant, males that used to belong to frats and can’t get over their days of having sex with stupid drunk girls, that didn’t remember them the next morning. You’re not cute. No one finds you amusing. Put your wedding ring back on and go the fuck home to your wife and kids. Do what you chose for you life–to have the cubical hot-shot job to pay for your nice car, have a trophy wife (more often than not, someone you went to high school with), and live the American dream! To be a working class part of society and convince yourself that you owe it to the world to be dishonest and disgusting. Glad you have it all figured out. But don’t give me bullshit and call it advice.

Leigha.

*P.S.* Yeah, it’s my job to let gross lonely business men talk to me for that long. And then clean up after them. As if the conversation wasn’t disgusting enough.