The MARTA Bus

I've started taking the MARTA bus to work from my new place, seeing as how my car is still a terror to drive (will be fixed v. soon though). It takes about 2 hours to get there, with 2 trains and one bus ride. Somewhat not worth it for a 4 hour shift, but I have little choice in the matter at this moment.

I really don't mind where I am now (the working of fast food and taking public transportation). While hard, the work isn't stressful and I have a lot of free time to read while waiting for buses/trains.

But I'm getting completely bored with myself. I have nothing interesting going on right now. The most I can mention about my night is that I spilled a strawberry milk shake all over my apron. Sure, my internship was challenging and stressful (from the challenges and the constant diving into moral turpitude) but it gave me something to talk about. It made me sound interesting. I could be clever and witty, and mention something out of world news and relate it to something happening in THE INDUSTRY.

I miss sounding like a scholar, or at least an adult. It's like this summer has me working backwards. I'm back in high school, with a crap job and absolutely zero interesting unique facts about myself. I'm not the independent person from last summer with a car and a real job that had me wearing collared shirts on Monday. I yearn to be back in school, to be learning, and not sitting in the continuing stagnation of my mediocrity. I am Jane Everybody, with my name on my shirt handing you your chicken sandwich.

I am a boring person.

Do you at least want to hear about the milk shake that exploded? Yeah, that shit went everywhere. I'm STILL finding bits of strawberries in my uniform.