The Perks of Being a Post-Grad Criminal

Dear Internet.

It has been a while since I’ve written and I’m told this could be a positive thing since I am spending more time in the ‘real world’ and less on the internet. I don’t know. Mostly I am just really, really tired.

For the last four days I have been doing Community Service as a Kitchen Prep at a school near to my house. Basically these spoiled, over-privileged kids come out and do ‘Homestays’ at this school and it’s basically like summer camp except they actually have to work hard and learn something.

So, to fulfill some more hours of my Community Service that I was assigned, I headed on out to the school and toiled over food, heavy cleaning, harvesting, and mentoring these kids. It was definitely a tiring experience.

Between grating carrots, making pizza dough, and scraping year-old meat oils and scraps from a deep industrial stove dish, I managed to make a couple of really young (like fourteen) year-old friends, play a couple of games of apples to apples, and incur the wrath of my poor face when steam and oil from working in a kitchen clung to my pores and caused literally the most massive breakout of my life.

Remind me never to work in fast food. I kind of like being attractive and, needless to say, having pus-filled lumps all over your chin, forehead, and jawline isn’t even remotely cute.

So this is another post to advise you all to not get in trouble with the law because, as interesting as new experiences may be, you will be tired, sore, and pimply at the end of the day. 

On the bright side, I logged 32.5 hours of Community Service in four days, leaving me with only forty-six hours left to do. Can I get a cheer of approval or at least a ‘take the weekend off’? Thank you.

Now, excuse me while I go wash my face and possibly set it on fire and then take a nap/watch ‘Orange is the New Black’.

Love ya!


About mylifeinheartbeats

Telea is an aspiring Musician who spends too much time aspiring to be a Writer who thinks she's a Comedian. There's not much more to know, except for everything. Telea has a tendency to not think before she speaks or acts. She enjoys chocolate, long walks on the beach, and talking about herself in the third person. She wants to get to know you, so please send her your Name, Address, and SSN. Telea promises that, though she has indeed committed one count of Lewd and Lascivious behavior (to be tried under a court of law), she is a good person and will not intentionally harm you/expose herself to you/hate you for your stupid perspectives/axe-murder you. Telea believes in the greater good, Nutella, peace, free love for all, and snuggles. She chooses Bacon over you, unless you come bearing bacon. She is a fat woman trapped inside a curvy woman's body. She is not for sale unless the price tag you put on her has something to do with world peace. She will sell herself for world peace. She hopes in the deepest of her heart places that you will enjoy her blog and find reason to follow it. Telea thanks you.

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