Post by Kelsey Spencer on Aug 21, 2016 3:51:47 GMT
So, a little bit of an update, if you guys haven’t been keeping track of what’s been going on in my crazy life lately; I left the other promotion I was wrestling for to focus solely on my PAW career. When it came time to leave a company, there was no question I’d be staying here - but my loyalty came at a price. I was expecting a significant pay cut, sure… But I never imagined it would be this life-changing. To cover my expenses - and provide for my sick mother - I had to swallow my pride and take delivery job at Papa John’s Pizza. It hasn’t been a good time, but I know it’ll all be worth it once I get that sweet paycheck.
That’s where I am right now, waiting in my boss’s office as he signs the paychecks. My Bad Moon Rising pay should be enough to cover mine and my mother’s expenses - mainly bills - so I’m excited to get my paycheck from Papa John’s, so I can have some kinda feast! I’m gonna eat until I barf after this!
“I can tell you’ve been waiting for this for a long time,” Stuart says, glancing up at me from his desk. It isn’t before then that I notice I’m trembling with anticipation - I fold my hands behind my back and stand up straight, my braided hair resting on my shoulder as I try to look as professional as I possibly can.
“I’ve been working very hard, sir!” I state with a smile, bouncing the sole of my right shoe off the floor to calm my jitters. I can almost taste that delicious rump steak right now!
“Here you go,” he announces, handing me the sheet of paper. “You’ve earned every cent.”
My smile fades. “This is it?” My eyes dart between my boss and the figure on the paper before me.
“Is there a problem?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.
“I was just kind of expecting a bigger number…”
“I shouldn’t need to tell you that this isn’t the highest paying job in the world,” he snidely tells me, taking a seat at his desk. “You can take it or leave it, kid.”
I leave his office disheartened. I was planning for a much bigger pay day, sorta relying on it to give myself a decent meal. The way it stands, I won’t be able to eat healthy for at least another fortnight. I make it even harder on myself as I stroll through the amusement park, only to be stopped by the sweet aroma of churros and other fried goods; I watch on as the vendor rolls the dough in cinnamon sugar, feeling my tongue instinctively poke out of my mouth, smacking up the saliva on my lips. What I wouldn’t give to indulge myself in something that isn’t tuna, toast or half-rotten apples for a change. Maybe I’ll just check my phone, see how much money I’ve actually got.
My internet bank statement puts a stop to any of my plans. I mean, sure, I could grab a churro and maybe I can pay for my mum to see the doctor next week… But that wouldn’t be really responsible of me, would it?
Wrestling with my conscience, I ultimately decide to turn away from the delicious snack and make a call.
“Hey mum, it’s just me…
Yeah, I’m good…
Look, I’ve got $64 in my savings. I know it’s not a lot, but it’s everything I have. You can use it to at least get yourself something to eat, maybe save some for your appointment next week…
I’ll be fine, mum, I’ll work something out…
Okay, I’ll send it through now. Love you, bye.”
That’s where I am right now, waiting in my boss’s office as he signs the paychecks. My Bad Moon Rising pay should be enough to cover mine and my mother’s expenses - mainly bills - so I’m excited to get my paycheck from Papa John’s, so I can have some kinda feast! I’m gonna eat until I barf after this!
“I can tell you’ve been waiting for this for a long time,” Stuart says, glancing up at me from his desk. It isn’t before then that I notice I’m trembling with anticipation - I fold my hands behind my back and stand up straight, my braided hair resting on my shoulder as I try to look as professional as I possibly can.
“I’ve been working very hard, sir!” I state with a smile, bouncing the sole of my right shoe off the floor to calm my jitters. I can almost taste that delicious rump steak right now!
“Here you go,” he announces, handing me the sheet of paper. “You’ve earned every cent.”
My smile fades. “This is it?” My eyes dart between my boss and the figure on the paper before me.
“Is there a problem?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.
“I was just kind of expecting a bigger number…”
“I shouldn’t need to tell you that this isn’t the highest paying job in the world,” he snidely tells me, taking a seat at his desk. “You can take it or leave it, kid.”
I leave his office disheartened. I was planning for a much bigger pay day, sorta relying on it to give myself a decent meal. The way it stands, I won’t be able to eat healthy for at least another fortnight. I make it even harder on myself as I stroll through the amusement park, only to be stopped by the sweet aroma of churros and other fried goods; I watch on as the vendor rolls the dough in cinnamon sugar, feeling my tongue instinctively poke out of my mouth, smacking up the saliva on my lips. What I wouldn’t give to indulge myself in something that isn’t tuna, toast or half-rotten apples for a change. Maybe I’ll just check my phone, see how much money I’ve actually got.
My internet bank statement puts a stop to any of my plans. I mean, sure, I could grab a churro and maybe I can pay for my mum to see the doctor next week… But that wouldn’t be really responsible of me, would it?
Wrestling with my conscience, I ultimately decide to turn away from the delicious snack and make a call.
“Hey mum, it’s just me…
Yeah, I’m good…
Look, I’ve got $64 in my savings. I know it’s not a lot, but it’s everything I have. You can use it to at least get yourself something to eat, maybe save some for your appointment next week…
I’ll be fine, mum, I’ll work something out…
Okay, I’ll send it through now. Love you, bye.”