As of late, I have decided to join the ranks of "responsible adults" by getting a job, actually waking up and going to work, and hating every moment of it. I will allow a moment of silence for all of you to commend me on my bravery to attempt to grow up. *silence* Brilliant! Now that we have acknowledged my courageous endeavors to the front line of the work force, I feel the need to bring to light the true nature of "becoming a responsible adult".
The following is an extract of my diary:
Today I join the ranks of the adults with a job and uniform. This is not my first job, so I'm sure I'll do fine. The sun was warm and bright as if to welcome my new routine life. The coworkers are friendly and the customers were reasonable. Day 1 at work was quite standard, wasn't easy but wasn't tough like it was made out to be. Went home and enjoyed doing nothing with my life but games and internet. Ha! So called responsibilities!
Today I had to wake up again. The suns hone on my face in an attempt to mock my feelings and mood. Some customer wanted to refund a half finished drink because they didn't like the taste of it. I went home to my then meaningless life to waste away.
Got up. Felt like shit. Hated customers. Went home and sat in a corner.
From the extracts, it would appear that the adults have lied to us. The "responsibilities" they speak of is just making sure you have enough money for the next meal, paying your bills and rents on time...etc. Other than that, it is quite easy to simply sit there and cry about how much life you don't have. However, on this seemingly dangerous journey, I have learnt (yes, learnt, and consequently decided to warn my fellow young adults and adolescents) that work is hard. It is not the nature of the job that is difficult (provided you were give n access to the necessary training). Nope, with enough practice, anything can become simple. The greatest difficulty - by far - is getting up every morning, looking at yourself in the mirror and saying "Yes, I will make it through today!" and going to the job that you hate. Smiling at the customers who curse and degrade you because of an error on your company's part. That, is the difficulty. That, makes work hard. It shall be my life long quest to find a job I'll love doing everyday for the rest of my life. But for the meantime, I guess I'll just hate my job like most other "responsible adults" and earn some savings.