The Product of my workday

I have nothing to do. Absolutely nothing. I am at work. Work doesn’t that word just sound like fun. Actually for me and most other people work conjures up images of sitting at a desk for hours and doing absolutely boring repetitive work. Well, that is my job. I get to scan things and sort them and call people who really don’t want to be bothered. I get to be ordered around by not only my mother, but also a bunch of women, some of whom don’t like me. Others who think I am privileged and get a lot of leeway, just because my mom is the boss. In fact my life is probably harder, because she is who she is. I love her to death, but…well that is way off the subject, which is work. I also work at Starbucks and I know all the stuff you are thinking, it’s either yum, they have good lattes or I can’t believe you are bowing down to the corporate supremacy of a place like Starbucks. But whatever, money is money no matter where it comes from. I need money, not to help my family or the homeless or anything selfless like that, but to further my career or should I say future career. I want to work in TV or film or something involving film in the entertainment industry. So, I need to buy movies and TV shows, preferably ones that I really like or think are well done. I want to be well versed in all the lingo and I want to know how it works, to the best of my knowledge before I take real courses in it in college. I know I sound insane, but having been like this for most of my teenage life, I am ok with it. I know what I want to do at 16 that is very abnormal. Well, I should have said that I know what I think I want. Who knows what will change in my life and in the world in the time that is going to pass before I am graduating from college and going on or getting a job. But right now more than anything I want to impact the life of someone like me. I want to return the favor and give another teenager something to live for. Something that is involved enough that you can live and breathe and eat it, day in and day out and that it will keep you alive, when nothing else enough. I want to give someone with no friends a whole new set of friends that you care about as much as your family. That you want to succeed. I want to create something with a loyal fan base that will follow the people involved in it where ever they go insuring them success for the rest of their lives. I want the fans of whatever I create to not only be invested in the characters, but in the actors. I want the fans to jump for joy, when they hear the actors have a part and cry when they get married or have children. I want people to get tattoos based on my creation and share it with their children. But here I sit although still in high school passing out frustration to the people who call and pretending I know what I am talking about and that they absolutely can’t do that. When what I want to do is to pass our inspiration and hope and love and perhaps just a little bit of an escape. So here I am with nothing to do, rambling on and on about I’m not really sure what and thinking that I have to clean my room desperately if I want to make any changes in my room. And that most of the changes I want are going to be very hard. But that is another ramble for another day. I have nothing to do and I have nothing to write about. Nothingness is in my near future, nothingness and library fines. But I am content. Well mostly, there are quite a few things that I wanted for Christmas that I didn’t get, but that is not going to cause the world to end…I don’t think. If it does, I apoligise to the 6 billion people that would die and however many animals, 73% of which are insects. Randomness is something that one should never shy away from, it should always be embraced. It gives one a light-hearted feeling of being young again. But my shift has ended and I am done with my workday, so here my epic…rant for lack of a better word ends and I depart. I will write again soon, or at the very least next Friday, when I work again.