Wednesday, 18 March 2015

Part 2 of DeadBeat Dad Passage

DeadBeat Dad - Part 2


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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