Power, Old Money, Glory and Blissful Death, Chosen Outcome

Today I will meet no girl. Just a sandwich with caviar and salmon from cafeteria, and off to home, bottle of Kahlua, in my bag secretly hidden, but first thing first, let's get rid of these fucking clothes. Reek of sweat. I hated the job as a bar waitress. But hated or not, I did it with pride. No one was good and dedicated as me, and always very early, and always pristine, and done my job the best way I could. Fake interactions? Damn right! I faked interactions the moment, I started this job. My father told me if I hate the job, or not, it doesn't matter. Do it with pride. You do not like it? It's OK. Do it by keeping in mind that this job, will be your stepping stone toward your goal, or towards something that might throw you somewhere in between. And after two years, today is my last day. Today I quit.

I have no purpose in life, and life threw me a curve ball, like that in Harry Potter, while playing at their sport, and I just go swinging back and follow the ball, see where it takes me.