My purpose is so much bigger than this.
I was not designed to push carts for the rest of my life.
Nor was I designed to bag your groceries.
I refuse to believe it. Now, don’t get me wrong, some people love their 9 to 5’s, but I feel that it limits me.
Here I am…trying to get 40 hours a week, at 11 dollars an hour, and I realize I don’t have time for any of my dreams.
I have a car with a note of 300 dollars. My phone bill is 90 dollars. Insurance is about 70 dollars. Gas for my car is about 100 dollars a month. I help with the electricity bill because my mom has a disibility. And I buy food. 😒😒
I’m always broke!
There is no way in hell that I will be working at Whole Foods Market for another month! I refuse.
I mean it’s not a terrible place to work. It’s just boorrriiinngg.
Besides, I have other plans. Biiiiggg plans.:):)