A month and a half ago I was just a bored 18-year-old. Watching all the tv I could handle, reading every book on my Kindle, and hanging out with friends as much as possible. Was I living the life? Estatic about the freedom of being an early graduate?
I was not.
So what did I do? I went and got a freaking job.
Now a month and a half later my life consists of working and sleeping(to survive my next shift at work). Granted my bank account is much happier and definitely fuller but the time of freedom has definitely moved on. Tragic is a word one might use to describe this wrongly anticipated change.
It started out so fun and hopeful but as the days faded into weeks and the weeks morphed into months I realized, working isn’t as fun as I thought it would be. You have to clean and do stuff, for long periods of time. Looonnng periods. The silver lining in a shift would have to be my thirty-five minute break. Oh the joy. Love at first sight, I would say.
I have to admit, though, I’ve learned a lot! Responsibility for instance. The adult life of working and paying bills and using your own credit card instead of your moms (that would have to be the hardest one) is not as fun as it seemed during all those years of wishing I was older. But now I can say how grateful I am for all the things I have. Because working is hard, but someone had to pay for all the cool toys I’ve received over the years- Thanks Dad!
The lesson from being a working girl? Go to freaking college. Just. Do. It.
With Love,
Growing Up 18