I think I've hit the glass ceiling.
I don't think it's natural to dread your life quite this much while on summer break. Why is it that the only jobs available to a sophomore in college are mind-numbingly boring? I had the hostess job figured out after one day in training, and after two weeks of it, I'm already like, "Oh crap. I have to do this all summer." I mean, sometimes you just have to bite the bullet and work for the money, which is why I'm probably going to work at UPS again, too, despite the boredom inflicted by that job last summer. It's just that I have a double today, and all I can think is that I wish I were actually using my brain for something other than rotating seating. I looked so hard for an internship, and my one break there turned into an asshole who wouldn't return my emails. (In all fairness, I thought he was an asshole before I went to him for an internship. Regardless...) My parents are like, "Maybe you could study demographics while you're seating people," which could only be fun for so long. Maybe Chris was right when he asked me to come out west with him to work, to avoid the summer shackled to a hostess stand. I just wish I was writing instead of seating yuppie parents and their spoiled kids in over-requested booths... but hey, I need the money.