I got back from this vacation today and my mom's friend up there was pestering me about which job I want my first one to be. No, that's not right. It's more "WHICH JOB DO YOU WANT YOURS TO BE BECAUSE I WAS WORKING WHEN I WAS TEN AND YOU MUST WORK TOO OR YOU WILL BECOME MORE INFERIOR." I'm already quite inferior in her mind to the girl she's known for four years tops (hello, eight years anyone) and you can't even get a job nowadays until you're 15/16.
Me: What. The. Fuck. Why is she doing this to me???
"Friend": "What do you want your first job to be?????"
Me: WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME WHY THE FUCK DO I DESERVE THIS?????
"Friend": (not hearing mental shouting) "What do you want your first job to be??????????"
Me: [Stoic silence.]
But I could totally work at the Cabela's over in Rogers. Helloooo, as a cashier you get to touch the BIG $$$$$$$$ camping gear! Touch! It! Maybe even put it in bags!
~nirvana~
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