Want Out

Hello Everyone: Well, it's 6:45 on a Sunday evening and I'm still waiting for the bus to take me home. I'm tired and hungry after a full day at work and all I want to do is go home, change, eat my supper, and crash. I have no idea why it's taking so long but I really wish the bus would come already. The best part of, an otherwise dull weekend spent at work, weekend was going to Sis's house for lunch. It had been a month since the last time I was there and I had a great time before making my way over to. That's what my whole life revolves around, a job that doesn't make me happy. Everything I do is centered on a dead end job that I would love to trade in for something better. The only thing that keeps me there are my co-workers otherwise I would've quit already. Sometimes I think it would be better to collect unemployment than drag myself over to the store. Truth is I'm over qualified for the job. I still have no idea why the store manager hired me but she did. I totally get why no one likes working in retail. I wish that bus would finally come. This getting ridiculous.