My Reality

If I ate a chicken nugget for every time someone told me to enjoy my time out of school and work, and that one day I would wish this lifestyle back, I would be fat. Though I am certain that 90% of the time people told me that I should "enjoy this freedom" they are really just trying to make light of my dire situation, and every time I agree with them, I am lying. Some of my readers might thinking I am a spoiled little piglet, who is being over-dramatic and should be thankful for whatever non reason, and to them I would say that I JUST stopped receiving countless phone calls from local residents within my census district questioning the definition of a census, and the legitimacy of my inquiries. I hopefully will never again have to explain to grown adult homeowners what a census is, and how it benefits them to answer the five seconds worth of questions I have. "Who are you? What do you need my age for?" the bored citizens would pester, clearly wanting to maximize the length of the weekly phone call they receive. I so often wanted to reply, "so I can use this information to fit you for a computer chip, which I will insert into your bananas, which upon consumption, will allow me to follow your every step until the aliens come, and we can beam you into the mother ship and take you away." I no longer wake up screaming in the middle of the night "Its for your own benefit!"


Like a angel from above, "travel" is saving me from my reality, and teleporting me away from the nightmares of citizen counting, gift shop sales, and the restaurant frights, which have plagued my "vacation" since graduation in December. I will be headed to Turkey on Monday, and until then, have devoted my precious time creating a suitable packing list, and crunching the numbers to find out whether or not all the ridiculous jobs I have slaved at over the past few months will save me from starvation or international homelessness.

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