Good Afternoon, World6:12 PM
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Dressed in my younger sister's business attire (slightly-chipped green nails effortlessly matching the green skirt), I faced the working world with all the naivete, friendly smiles, and shaking of legs that I could muster.
I'm almost twenty. Never worked a regular job. I know how to handle ten wild third-graders, manage a home business, direct a play, work out of state for the summer, and kick out males staying past visitation hours in the dorm. Work a cash register? Wait a table? Do basic addition in my head as I make small talk with a grumpy customer?
Well, let's hope I can.
I spent a surprisingly uneventful half hour picking up applications from local businesses and have been spending several days filling out every. single. one of them. My eyes -- they burn. My heart -- it hopes like only innocence in the face of brutal reality can.
P.S. I'm back home for a much-needed b-r-e-a-k. I choose to spend it researching papers, reading Victorian literature, and applying for summer jobs. You know something? When I finally get enough rest and recuperation to think for a second, I immediately stay up super late, head abuzz with ideas, and work myself to a dizzying pulp of dreams and plans. At school, I'm a burnt-out introvert. At home, I'm a high-heeled Energizer Bunny scheming to conquer the world.
P.P.S. I want to write a book about love -- not waiting for Prince Charming, but what on earth you do when Prince Charming actually shows up.
P.P.P.S. THAT REMINDS ME. I need to send that short story to a million different magazines. . . .