I was at work tonight, organizing boxes for minimum wage, and I found myself struck with a thought: I really do not want to be the Shoe Carnival kid's department girl for the rest of my life. Not as though this is super surprising, I'm not sure many people aspire to work their days at a shoe store (especially one as drama-ridden as this one), but there are people I work with who have been with the company for longer than I've been alive. I don't put myself on a pedestal in comparison to them, they've made a good life out of their job, but I really do not want that. At all.
But anyway, I added this into my imaginary jar of thoughts I keep stored in my brain that gives my reasons of wanting to go to college. I don't want my life to become a shoe store and petty drama with nineteen year-olds when I'm thirty-five. Hell, I don't want my life to be a shoe store and petty drama with nineteen year-olds now (fortunately it's just the former). The amount of talking about people behind their backs, then talking about how people are talking behind their backs reminds me of... High school. Except rather than 2000 students, there are fifteen employees, plus a GM who plays the role of a dad who attempts at disciplining his kids, but falls flat when it comes to actual punishments. Nice guy, though. I really don't want to be in high school for the rest of my life. Because, as good as high school can sometimes be, I am so ready to move on to greener pastures with tons of individualistic cows.
So as I find my time with high school ending in the next few weeks, I also see that my time with Shoe Carnival is not permanent. I'll work this summer and get some cash, but the shoe industry is not for me. Too damn backstabby and gossipy. Granted, I've heard every place is like that.
Maybe that's why I don't want a real job.
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