In my last paycheck, after the expenses for the uniform tops and my badge were taken out, I got paid a grand total of $25. I just barely made more money in tips this week, and a lot of my tip money I use to pay gasoline for the commute. If it weren't for the occasional really busy days (lots of tips) and double shifts, I would barely be breaking even.
I've determined that it is not my hope for humanity that I struggle to have, because where there's life there's hope... it is actually my tolerance for this species that has now completely drained. I feel like Garak on that episode of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. The temperature is never right, the society is frustrating on so many levels, I never feel like I fit in, the people at Dell are a bunch of greedy cheats (I pay and pay and pay and the amount I owe never goes down, plus they sometimes charge me for things I didn't purchase) and it feels like I'm being tortured. I WANT OUT OF THIS SOCIETY!
When I leave this planet, I am never coming back. Two lifetimes here have been enough to scar me for the rest of my afterlife.
Chaotic Blessings;
---Fayanora
