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If I’m willing to work this hard for minimum wage, imagine what I would do if I was being paid well! Too bad I couldn’t convince the places I apply of that.

Anyhow, I’m coming to terms with staying at the mountain for minimum wage, since nothing else is working out. Adam’s hours have been cut back yet again. If this keeps up, everything will fall apart. It’s his turn to be severely upset about it and my turn to be coasting along waiting for things to happen. Or something. I wonder what makes us so special that we need all these life lessons? I mean seriously. I’ve learned enough, could I please be allowed to get on with my life now?