Yes, someone has to cook the french fries. I guess that would be me.
Life is funny. Sometimes you wind up doing things not because you want to, but because you have to in order to survive. Every morning I wake up and mend together the last tattered shred of dignity I have with staples and duct tape and go to work. What I do is not glamorous. What I do is not dignified. I realize that my job is the laughing stock of the job world and even though I am merely the sludge that the bottom feeders at the depths of the barrel dine on, at least it pays the bills and keeps myself and others like me from suckling Uncle Sam's already overcrowded, overstressed government teat.
How I manage to tie my shoe laces let alone make an informed vote in the last election is nothing short of a miracle. Perhaps IWS would be willing to give me one of his bullets right between the eyes if culling the herd is what is necessary and right to keep things running efficiently for the majority.
Fortunately for me, I've saved enough money from the french fries I've made to explore the option of going back to school. See, I'm one of those crazy people who still believes in the American dream that even someone as lowly as myself who has experienced some major setbacks in her life can still, through hard work and perseverence, make something of herself. Actually, I'm even lower than low....not only do I flip burgers, but I'm also battling a weight problem (sure, I look completely different than I did even a mere 6 months ago but the emotional scars are still there), have been divorced, am 37, single and childless and am living in the boonies which offers me the social life of a dried up **** but I still maintain hope that even I can someday become someone of value in our society and worthy of at least a small amount of respect.
That being said, I must go as I have french fries to tend to and a future to plan. Both are keeping me very busy.
Have a great summer and a happy Fourth of July, everyone!
*** bless America
