As of this Sunday, I will have worked every day — 9-6 — for seven days. 63 hours of work put into my week of waitressing. I have concluded that I never ever want to fucking work again and I will sadly and surely marry for money. I CANNOT LIVE LIKE THIS. Lonely, tired, aching. I’m growing up and it’s disgusting. Bring me college.. alcohol, boys, city life. Every thing I’ve ever wanted.