I felt as though the seconds were getting closer
now as I thought of my plans for tonight. The guys had planned their own
leaving do for tonight at the new night club opening in town, hoping to meet
some new gals, get them drunk and get laid before their tour around the world.
It would be the last time I would ever be with them before their long
departure. Thinking to myself with a smile as my gaze dropped to the white
tiled floor, I felt a small crack in my heart when the boys would leave me
alone in my own world. That is why I had thought of my planned career for the
future, to study travel and tourism so I could travel the world just like them,
and be far away from my dead beat dad. As well as working in this dump, I need
the money to start funding for my course. I have saved up almost two-thousand
dollars, just a little under half way to fund for it. I may not be a holy man,
but I pray every night to the mighty Lord that I have a successful future, and
one day able to enjoy my life travelling around the world. My sole goal is to
escape the cave of depression in which I call my home.
Beep.
Beep. Beep.
· My watched beeped when it hit 7pm. I hadn’t even
realised since I was just transported into my mind mulling over the hot sun on
my milk brown skin where the sun would make me glow, the taste buds singing to
me over the sweet flavours of exotic fruits that I would eat, the crystal clear
waters that I would see, the ocean’s waves hitting the shores, and the skinny
babes in swim suits running up and down the beach; this was the life for me. It
was what I wanted. My desires in my head shuck my heart vigorously that vibrated
my skin into giving me Goosebumps, and the warmth from the oven just silenced
my body into paradise where I would just drift off.
· 7:05pm
· Paul finished emptying a bag of frozen French
fries into the friar.
·
“Jake”, he said, “Your shift is over.” Now I was thinking of me setting sail across
the ocean in a cruise ship like the titanic. Paul clanged his silver tongs
against the oven that woke up from my thoughts.
·
“Oh, sorry. What did you say?” I asked.
·
“Your shift is over, buddy. Go have fun. I’ll
see you on Monday.”
· I looked at my watch. It now read 7:05pm. “Wow.
I didn’t realise what time it was. See you on Monday, Paul.” I said my
goodbyes, left my red hat on the counter and left. Paul saw my glum expression
and the dark grey bags under my eyes. Paul was the best boss I had since he and
I talked often about my problems at home, and he was the only who I knew who
was kind enough to understand. He gave me longer breaks than usual than any
other employee that worked for him and sometimes let me finish up early because
of it. He was the only person who I would miss when I would leave for my course
when I’m travelling around the world.
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