Time is SO Not On My side

It is not supposed to be this late. School is not supposed to start next Monday. And I'm supposed to be able to sleep in tomorrow.

However, reality disagrees with me.

This is my last week at work (hallelujah!!!) I work at a grocery store, and because I plan on ranting later, I think it might be in everyone's best interest not to disclose the name of the company. Anyway, my poor feet are so tired. (I'm such a wimp. I worked all of four hours...) And I have a long shift on Thursday. I have to be at work at 7:30!!! In the morning!!! Oh, the horror!

I don't know how adults can do it. Working eight full, back-breaking hours in one day? With only one break? And they come back and repeat this process five days in a row? I can't grasp the concept. And goodness, having to use that money to pay bills and rent and taxes and to buy food? I am so incredibly blessed. My paycheck is puny, but most of it stays with me. I pay for the gas in my car, and I sponsor a child through World Vision (more on this later). The rest goes straight to the bank - my College Fund. *fanfare*

Point being: I'm spoiled, and I know it.

BUT! Keep in mind, I have held a job, which is more than many teenagers in the modern American society can say. A very humbling job, at that. Bag-girls get to clean bathrooms, and heft heavy grocery items around, and chase down carts in the parking lot, and bite their tongue when rude customers insult them...Anyway, this experience has been good for me, I think, looking back on it. It's the kind of stuff that builds character (even as it breaks your spirit...)

But that's enough melodrama for tonight. Those four long hours at work have exhausted me. I have to rest, because tomorrow is another long day. Well...long in a loose sense of the word.