Katy
My head bangs in time to the music as I sort the shelves at the back of the store. I'm not supposed to listen to music, but I just have one earphone on to help any customer who might need me. I'm also not "deaf" from the music; I can still focus on customers while wearing these.
Besides, I would die without listening to something. Sorting cereal boxes is the most boring thing ever, but even though I dislike this job, it pays the bills. Sure, I would rather cook food for a living, but while the skill is there, the education is not.
It's sad. I didn't have the money needed to get a culinary degree. And now, college won't ever happen for me. I'm thirty-seven and a mother of two. But thinking of my age is a shock every time.
I don't feel that mature; half of the time, I have no clue
