This world sucks. I hate it. You work a full time job so you can afford to do fun things, like a dinner with friends, going to the movies, or the mall. You slave away for 5 days a week, 8 hours a day, working so much that even your dreams a haunted by work. Was that a call light? No, i'm home, in bed, asleep. You work even when you're sick because if you call in one more time you'll lose your job. All of our energy is used during the work week, so when we finally get to our day off, those beautifully planned trips and fun activities sound more like a mountain to climb in your underwear. Not to mention the amount of money it costs. You spend every dime to pay bills. You need money to buy a car, but you need a car to go to work so you can afford the car, you need to shower for work, but you need a place to live to shower and you cant have that without a job, you need a great credit score to even get a loan to get things going but you cant have a good credit score without a job and buying things to build that credit. I mean, how ridiculous is that?! If you somehow manage to get a place and a car so you can work, the money from that job goes to keeping your place and car. You have to pay rent, renters insurance, car payment, car insurance, water, gas, electricity, food, cleaning supplies, toilet paper, hand soap, body soap, shampoo, conditioner, ect. What if you have animals? Got a cat? You need yearly shots for it, food, litter, medicine if it gets sick, ect. You pay taxes for being alive, giving your money to the government, money that you worked hard for. We, as American citizens, are merely slaves to society. Then they wonder why mental health is such a big issue here. We are in the silent depression. To put it this way, i'm sick. I have an issue with my thyroid that makes me gain 10lbs just by looking at a piece of cake. I have PCOS, poly-cystic ovarian syndrome, that makes me have extra hair and a possible inability to have children. The healthcare system has the ability to counteract this stuff, but you have to have health insurance to get it, because let's be real, if you aren't rich you cant afford it out of pocket... but you have to be making very little money to get on health insurance. How crazy is that. The world is going to shit and our leaders are doing it. If you're like me, you lived with someone for awhile. You got to see how beautiful the world can be, the wind blowing and shaking the leaves, creating the lightest symphony with the bushes, the birds whistling away while the dogs howl at the moon, all in unison, as they create a concert in the night for anyone to listen. You maybe have seen the sun rising on the horizon, bringing light to the day, the rooster singing his well timed wake up song, the soft and cool mist coating the plants around you, bringing a freshness to the atmosphere. Perhaps you have gazed up at the stars, lighting a path in the sky, making the world feel so small. I've dreamt of dancing in the sky, laughing and having fun as the stars spin me through the galaxy... but nothing good lasts for long.
"MONA MARIE MITCHELL!!! GET IN HERE NOW, WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING?! GET BACK TO WORK!" I'm pulled from my thoughts as I hear Lizzy call my name. With a sigh, I resume sweeping the floors. As I walked back to the utility room in the back of the building, I noticed Lizzy talking to someone. She seemed to be ranting again, but I didnt pay attention. I knew what she was saying anyways. Experience has taught me that she was definitely talking crap about me. She more than likely was telling them that I'm lazy, unmotivated, and take advantage of her. I caught the tail end of her story once. "Mona is so lazy, she never does anything, leaves a mess wherever she goes, and never picks up after herself." She of course forgot to mention that instead of cleaning I'd done quite a bit of other stuff that day (that was far beyond my base set of work duties), so I was unable to clean what she wanted. That desk I put together and moved into the office for her sure does look nice though, right? I sigh and put the broom up and look at the time, half past 2. I have 30 minutes until im off work and then ill be free for the day. I grab the mop and bucket and go back to the room I was sweeping, my energy dwindling with every step. I quickly finish mopping, clean out the mop and bucket, dump the water, and put the mop up. I once again looked at my watch and my heart cried out in pain.... only 8 minutes had passed, meaning i still had 22 minutes left. I glanced at Lizzy before tucking my hair behind my ears and walking towards the bathroom. As I stepped past Lizzy, I heard her clear her throat, and my heart sunk. " Where are you going? You still have work to do" I took a deep breath and replied in the calmest voice possible "Sorry, Lizzy. I need to use the restroom. I've cleaned the 5 main rooms, reorganized the bins, washed lunch dishes, cleaned the linens, watered the plants, took the trash out, and straightened your desk. I haven't had a bathroom break all day, ill be right out." Without another word, I turned back to the bathroom and walked in, locking it behind me. From over my shoulder, I heard Lizzy yell in reply "WELL, I GUESS YOU WON'T MIND IF I CHECK THEN, IF YOU DID SO MUCH"
I spent the remaining 15 minutes in the bathroom, trying to calm myself down and avoid Lizzy at all costs. I know I did a spectacular job, but Lizzy always finds something wrong. I have no energy left to deal with it, so I'm unashamed to admit, I hid. When 3pm hit, I grabbed my belongings, clocked out, and ran for the door. I drove the short 20 mile ride home in a terribly bad mood, my heart pounding in anger at the audacity Lizzy had. She calls me lazy? She does nothing. She makes a mess and orders others to clean up for her. Once I get home, I throw my keys on the couch, barely having enough energy to take my shoes off, then plopping onto my bed and instantly falling asleep. I, of course, dreamt that I was at work, Lizzy holding a chain connected to my wrists with cuffs, ordering me around like a slave. When I woke up, it was barely 8:30pm. I sighed and sat on the porch, lighting a cigarette and taking a big puff of smoke into my lungs before letting it out, the smoke floating away with the wind in a beautiful tango. I know smoking is bad for me, I've been told many times, but I'm a fat, hairy, giant woman stuck in a bad job... smoking isn't going to make things worse. Suddenly, my phone vibrated. I looked down and saw a notification "Reminder: Work at 6am tomorrow" I bit my lip and sat my phone down, the panic rising through my whole being. Tears started stinging my eyes as I drew in another lung full of smoke before letting out a scream of anger. It took my remaining energy so I spent the rest of the time I was smoking to regain enough motivation to go back inside. Once done, I put my cigarette out and took one last glance at the night sky, the moon peeking out from behind some clouds and illuminating the world like a painting. I closed my eyes and let the cool breeze hit my face and sucking in a breath of fresh air, one thought in my mind. 'Please, dear lord, anyone, if you can hear me... let something happen so I don't have to work tomorrow. ' With that, I walked back in my house and went back to bed.