"Why are you so far away," she said "Why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you?"
The next day you go into work, imagine that you don't have the correct uniform for said job. But, you were promised that when you got there they'd have a uniform waiting for you. Now, imagine that you arrive at this job at the exact time you were told to come in, and you are ignored until 2 hours later. When you finally talk to the manager you have to talk to, she tells you that since they don't have the uniform for you, she'll have to check and see if you can work in the clothes you're wearing. Another 20 minutes and you have to drive to the nearest Wal-Mart (with a person you've just met half an hour ago, because you can't make out colors all that well. Like, say you needed to buy a green shirt, a harbor green shirt, and you couldn't tell seafoam blue, from aquamarine, from kelly green, from forest green, or really most greens and greenish blues, and tans, and greys. Because to you they all look the same) and buy a shirt that resembles the attire. He is getting paid to ride with you. You are not getting paid. Granted the pay is $2.13 an hour, but still making money for riding in a car and being able to smoke. After you waste $15 on a shirt you drive back to the job and are finally able to clock in and make some money. This is around 2 hours or so from when you first got there. Now, you know exactly how to do this job, because you've worked for the same employer before. You just need to get reacquainted with the computer system. After 2 hours or so, you sign out of training and start working for the $2.13 you expected to get paid. In the final 3 or 4 or say 5 and a half hours, you do all your work to the best of your ability. You accidentally throw something at one of your coworkers, and you can't smoke inside the business, because the new policy is non-smoking until 10 p.m. Now, at the end of the night around an hour and a half after you should have been gone you're still waiting for people to leave your section so you can collect your money from them and leave. You get fed up and clock out and drive home. Your phone decides that just to fuck with your day, it won't work until you're 30 minutes down the road trying to call someone and just hear a comforting voice. You drive into another business, just like the one you left, looking for a uniform so you don't have to wear the shirt you bought another day, because it's not really the right color and you stick out as a new person working there, even though you've been working for said company longer than the person who "showed you the ropes" today. You are pissed off, tired, and in need of cigarettes. You go and buy cigarettes after finding that other business doesn't have a uniform for you either. Hell, all you were really looking for was an apron that would hold you books, pens, and money that you made from that day. Anyway, you go and buy cigarettes and get home and make those calls you've wanted to make all day. All you have to show for the day you've just had is $6. Before cigarette expense. So really, all you have to show for the entire shitty day you've had is about $2, two packs of cheap cigarettes, a declining fuel tank (because said job is 30 minutes away from where you live, even though there's a perfectly decent business that's exactly the same as the one you've gone to 3 minutes from your house), a shoulder, head, and back ache, a shirt that after you stop wearing it to work you'll probably never wear again, and the horrible knowledge that tomorrow (or should I say today) you'll have to do it all over again, except you have to buy a long sleeve black shirt to cover your tattoo, because needless to say, they neglected to tell you that while you were buying the other shirt with borrowed money as it is. So, you lose and you have to do it again tomorrow. And that's just my first day.