The Casualties of Having a Job

So, as most of you know, I am employed at Beef’O’Brady’s as a host (NOT a hostess), where I get paid to lounge around at the front door and act like I care about other peoples lives – woo-hoo. When I was 16 years closer to my death, I took it upon myself to venture out into the real world – because school is, after all, the fake world – in search for a job. Luckily, I attached a picture of myself to my application, hence receiving quick results. It is pretty safe to assume Beef’s hired me to make use of my attractiveness to lure in customers.

Now that you have the background information on how I got my job, let’s begin to discuss why it’s beginning to interfere with my personal life. My original intention behind wanting a job was, as you all could probably guess, have some pocket money now that I get into whatever trouble I wanted. I was under the assumption that, since my sister had received this gracious benefit, my gas would be fully paid for by my parents. When questioned, my parents explained that since I have a job, I can take care of these various expenditures. Oh, now I understand, how could I have been so oblivious to the logic? Since I took the responsibility of finding a job, there are consequences. In case you didn’t catch it, I am trying to give a hint of sarcasm.

Sure, both my car and insurance were covered by my parents, but so were my sisters. Not to mention my car cost significantly less. If I need some materials or something for school, I sometimes get the same answer. My mom and I have planned a trip to Canada for spring, under the condition that we split the costs. I find this irksome – whatever happened to a family vacation (when the kids don’t have to pay)? It seems easier to just quit, feed of my parents’ income, and devote my time to friends and various other leisurely things. Fortunate for them, though, I enjoy where I work and get along with all of my coworkers. It’s just one of those situations where it’s not so black and white, but grey, as to whether or not I should quit. Life can be hard.