So it’s spring break, and I’ve reached that point in my life where it doesn’t excite me as much as it did as a kid. I find myself working… pretty much all week. Working at a Starbucks in a hotel, you see all the kids who DO have spring break off, and you have to serve them coffee. I had a rough night tonight. We were slammed most of the day, and especially during the last 30 minutes… which sucked. I started telling my parents about my woes, and they said “Dante’s finally growing up and realizing that Spring Break means nothing.”
Not the way I want to look at it, but they’re right. I’ve still got school work, I work all week, save for the weekend, and I’m still without my car. Sounds just like any other week minus actually going to school.
I’ll have to chalk this up as one of the not so great epiphanies in my life.
