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Origionally a letter I sent to Ari |
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*Grumble grumble* My last day of freedom before we are once more forced into a container that none of us really fit so perfectly into and what am I doing, you ask? Guess, I ask you...Just guess. Did you get it? Yes! I believe you did! The unavoidable, though abomidable, summer reading! Why, I ask you again, why must we every year be ladened with work for our summer? It really is most unjust. Is there such harm in just letting two, only two (!) months go by without giving us a burden? Oh, but such is not the case. For, you see, they do not know. They do not remember what it is like. I dare say that they mightn't have even had to endure what they give us the endure! We, who are under more pressure now with our society than they ever were! Ah, but you see, this force is some of my own doing as well, for you see, I have condemned myself by trying make money. "Bad! Bad!" I chide myself. "Fie on you for trying to make money!" Yes, yes, I must admit that the three (count them, 1,2,3) days that seemingly would have been free days, have been put into their own category: work days. These days I will be most likely, forced to stand in a world that calls me to move. The rules, my friend, have been changed. Yes, changed. And not for the better I assure you! Now, every week-end, I begin to dread exactly what new twist they will throw at me. Will it be a new product, a new price? And if so, will I have a sign, or must I throw my voice out to the crowd informing them until my voice breaks (or the crowd in turn murders me)? "Nay!" I will cry, "Nay! I shall not, I refuse this condition you force upon me!" But, alas, what is there left to do, but conform? Quit, you say? Just drop it all together? Ah, but friend, you'll see that this is not the correct choice. For you see, dispite my circumstances this year, if I quit now, half-way through the time I must work, I will find it most difficult to find a better situation next season. You see, no one wishes to hire a person who may or may not just up and leave if they do not like you. The unpridictability of a person is not looked kindly upon in situations like this. It is also not easily forgotten. Yes, so for now, I shall stay. As horrid as it may be, I shall continue to endure what I, myself, hath brought upon myself. Even though-- Oh. Right. I still have to do my summer reading. Oh cruel, cruel assignment.
Aeliara · Fri Sep 02, 2005 @ 03:24pm · 2 Comments |
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