Get a Job. Or Get Me One Like YOURS.

Today I work at night so I went downstairs to read in the sun by the pool for a bit.  For the record, it’s a Thursday,  I was there from 2 to about 3.

As I read, the pool area filled up.  A guy with a styrofoam icechest of beer.  2 chatty girls talking about their nail salons and so, like, did she break up with him or what?  Another girl with a magazine.  Another guy with flip flops and 2 Coronas.

WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE AND WHY DO THEY ALL DRIVE BEAMERS AND LEXUSES AND ACURAS?

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0 Responses to Get a Job. Or Get Me One Like YOURS.

  1. pam says:

    It is possible that they are either a) trust fund babies or b) drug dealers or c) strippers but maybe they actually all work in health care, where you can make pretty awesome money working at night and/or during hella long day shifts that give you extra days off midweek. Still. I feel you.

  2. laflorecita says:

    Oh I SUPPOSE logic is sexier than jealousy . . .

  3. April says:

    LOL…weren’t they in YOUR apartment complex?

  4. Desert Eagle says:

    Yea Baby, sometimes I’ve felt the same. Whilst one working like hell and felt like can’t enjoy anything, and the other just enjoying something that we felt they don’t worth for it.

    Specially when you’re living in an developing countries, where economical gap is so far between the rich and the poor.

    Cheers

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