The early part of 2008 was the opposite of what I had dreamed it up to be. I had moved to a new college town. The night I moved into my shady studio apartment, my mom called crying, "I miss you so much!" It wasn't even twenty four hours yet.
Those early months I kept wondering if I had made a mistake. I take pride on being independent; love making my own money and paying my own bills -on time, but I underestimated what it really meant to live on my own. Nearly four months after the move, I had planned to move somewhere else, closer to home and comfort.
I saw an ad in the college newspaper about an internship. Although it was in black and white, there was a weird attractive colorfulness to it. I told my brother about it and he urged me to apply for it. I missed the presentation that week on campus.
I applied online, days later I got the interview, and a few short weeks later I was moving again. This time to the "Happiest Place on Earth." Dare I say it was some of the best eight months of my life.
I stuck around for another year and half after the internship. Not the best time of my life, unfortunately. After I let, I was bitter and unhappy.
Those early months I kept wondering if I had made a mistake. I take pride on being independent; love making my own money and paying my own bills -on time, but I underestimated what it really meant to live on my own. Nearly four months after the move, I had planned to move somewhere else, closer to home and comfort.
I saw an ad in the college newspaper about an internship. Although it was in black and white, there was a weird attractive colorfulness to it. I told my brother about it and he urged me to apply for it. I missed the presentation that week on campus.
I applied online, days later I got the interview, and a few short weeks later I was moving again. This time to the "Happiest Place on Earth." Dare I say it was some of the best eight months of my life.
I stuck around for another year and half after the internship. Not the best time of my life, unfortunately. After I let, I was bitter and unhappy.
Photo courtesy of my old camera phone.
I was "playing in the park" on my day off.
"Don't you have work today?"
"No, I don't think so." I don't want to risk losing a job over stupid points. "I'll check my schedule."
Of course. I do work tonight!
I grabbed my costume out of my closet and set it on my bed. (I wasn't in the same department anymore.) I got ready for work, went back to the park, and said bye to my man friend.
I stood under a tree and I looked up through the green leaves and branches as the fireworks shot across the sky above Sleeping Beauty's Castle.
My favorite part of the shift.
- I need a second part-time job. I've been diligently looking for one, but I won't lie I've been picky and choosey. I'm doing my best to put my pride aside and tell myself this is only temporary.
- About a week ago, a friend told me I should come back to the "Happiest Place on Earth."
- I miss it sometimes. Not the job particularly (well not the department), but the people I've met through that experience. I miss them all the time.
Before, I envy people who get things easily either from their parents or somebody. Now that I'm working, I take pride at getting things for myself. It may be hard and I usually end up getting broke but it's all me. Don't forget that.
ReplyDeleteThere are a lot of parttime jobs available online :P I wanted to be google ads checker but unfortunately it's only available at the US.
Thanks, Katrina. :) I've found a cool thing through Amazon called Mechanical Turk to make a few dollars.
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