But unfortunately, 8.25 an hour barely even pays for car insurance and gas, let alone a phone and college and food....
So my friend Tayler suggested that I apply for a job at her work.
Subway. Out in the middle of nowhere.
So I emptied my change jar to fill up my gas tank, changed into interview clothes in the Taco Bell bathroom, and got on the freeway.
It was terrifying. I've never been on the freeway by myself before, and I didn't realize that my car Izzi, doesn't like to go fast.
As I approached 80 mph, she started shaking violently. Not just the normal shaking she does when I play my music too loud, but a clutch to the steering wheel, hold your breath, hope you don't die kind of shaking. I slowed back down to 78 mph and she was fine. My mom later laughed when she realized that I wasn't aware of this. My car just has seizures sometimes. It's fine.
The lovely lady that interviewed me informed me that she would be getting back to me.
Wish me luck!
eat fresh.
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