working girl

the good things about working:
i get paychecks. i feel responisble. the cool girl at johnny rockets [yummy junk food for lunch] knows me. i'm a bloody professional. adults listen to me. and i love it. sjsc is so much more professional than the pear.

the bad things:
public transportation sucks ass, my mother won't do late pickups, and my father wants me to pay for weeknight car rentals because he's almost as broke as i am. i think the trick is just to wear steel-toes and not tell mom i'm taking the 22 home at all hours of the night [yeah baby it's the only 24-hour bus]. and the car it looked like i was going to get once my uncle un-stole it - that's my dad's now because we don't have the money to get him a car or pay for insurance for me so what's the point of getting my license? i would never use it and if i get into nyu i won't be driving anyway. only idiots drive in new york city.
erblegh. this is nuts. i think i need to hire a driver.