Waking up on the lonely couch in the middle of the apartment at four am is always a surprise. I honestly think I will never get use to it, no matter how long i'm in this financial state. I slapped the alarm clock and slowly got off the sofa that had been my “bed” for the last six months. Not because we aren’t “moved in” but because we can't afford one comfy than what we've got. I knew work started in forty minutes and the bus would get here in thirty so I had to hurry like always. My fiance had already gone to work at the power center downtown, a job that always left him bruised and tired. I put on my waitress clothes and grabbed the bag I had been using to carry anything for my entire 25 years of my life. I packed in my makeup, glasses, and my only book, “The Great Gatsby”. …show more content…
Every once in awhile I would slip them on and pretend to be rich and regal. It was a dream that would never come true, but I always loved to imagine it. I ran down the stairs, then back up realizing I had forgotten my application on my dresser. It was a job to become a bank teller. I had a great education but could never pay for college so I wanted a job that involved algebra and math. I filled it out on the bus, Name: Ashley North Dakota… A name I was getting married into and another thing to had to the list of things people make fun of me for. When the bus came to my stop, I got off and walked down the street in the classic Seattle rain. My job isn't important and not one I enjoy talking about, mainly because nothing ever happens that matters. Time crawled by until I was allowed to leave. Finally getting back, my fiance was waiting with a grocery bag. I was lucky he talked to me, cared about me. No one talked to me