3. When Are You Gonna Quit Your Job?
I shut the door behind me and smile. I like that kid; he was persistent. Can't be a quitter. I pick up my phone and decide to text my friend Georgia.
Hey Georgia! I got off work early, wanna hit the beach?
I pack a bag of things I'd need, knowing she'd say yes.
Sure! Be at your place in a few!
What did I tell you? Soon, I hear the doorbell ring.
"It's open!" I shout, and Georgia comes in. "You got everything?" I ask.
"Yup. Let's walk, I need the exercise. I spent the morning stuffing Oreos in my fat face." We laugh.
"Fine with me. Let's go." I open the door and we both walk out.
"So, what've you been up to today?"
"Same old, same old."
"When are you gonna quit your stupid job?" She asks.
"Georgia, I don't think any other place is gonna want me! I've been fired from more jobs than my dad has tattoos."
"Wow. That's a lot." I nod in agreement.
"Besides, I'm already twenty-two. I'm never gonna go to college now."
"Speaking of college, I'm graduating in a month; wanna come?"
"Duh! Just because I'm not in college doesn't mean I'd miss my BFF's graduation!"