I've been here a few months, I think; I don't know how many, because marking off the days on a calendar seems too bleak. Kinda like I was in prison or something.
I don't think I'm good for this job. Even with some training.
It's not like an uneducated kid could get any other job, though. I mean, how could I satisfy some strange men? Really. That doesn't sound likely.
I still can't understand why my family left me here, but I sort of hope that there's a good reason. To find that reason, I probably need money. And if I need money, I guess that means I need a job, well, need to keep my "job".
Tags: job, minor emo, money
Current Mood: cranky