One Day At A Time...

Somehow it seemed I had taken a very wrong turn in life without realizing it along the way until it was too late. I had become one of those people you pass by in the drive-thrus. The ones that look sadly and utterly devoid of joy and life thanks to the vampirical tendancies of working in fast food. The ones that just look completely miserable and you feel sorry for, kind of.

Where had the steep slide down hill began? Or was this whole stage really just a stage (I hoped so) to learn a lesson from? I must admit, it was proving to be rather sobering for the girl who always got lucky and had most things handed to her (in the scholastic side of life anyway). Working for eight hours straight on your feet surrounded by bubbling grease and stupid customers did wonders for appreciating what I had stupidly and nonchalantly thrown away with those scholarships. Boy could I have used that money now...

But what's done was done and either way, I was still going to be standing at the Wendy's drive-thru window, customers' garbled attempts at speaking constantly coming from the flimsy headset, the glow of the multi-colored touch screen buttons reflecting in my glasses, an exasperated sigh silently escaping my lips. At least I could have free Frostys if I wanted to...

Leaning out the window, wishing I could just jump out and run away, the breeze held the tell-tale signs of Fall and brought me some comfort in my borderline-psychotic mental state. I fidgeted with the ever uncomfortable and ugly visor on my head. Who ever invented such annoying uniform headgear anyway? This visor would be the tiny millimeter to push me over the edge if there were ever anything.