who: Sam and OTA when: Friday late morning where: Courtyard/front drive what: Sam is heading in to work, watching the other kids play and wondering if being a full time worker and student was a bright idea.
Sam Guthrie forgot how much work could be a pain, even if the labor wasn't all that difficult. An eight and a half hour shift by itself really wasn't any problem. It was when his shifts with his low seniority started taking weird lengths that it became a little much. Coupling it with travel time to and from the school and the time it took Sam to shower and get ready and it felt like Sam Guthrie was spending half his days that he had shifts with work. The other half of that day usually included some combination of school or sleep or church, if it was Sunday. Sam didn't have much of a social life to begin with after all his friends graduated last year, but boy howdy, he was really feeling socially starved now. It didn't help that Sam was a firm believer in being early to everything, losing more time despite the fact he just sat in the break room for 20 minutes most days waiting to clock in.
Today was another such example. Sam was leaving with plenty of time to spare and probably would be sitting around work a half hour before clocking in. It seemed pointless when he said it aloud to leave that early, but he didn't ever know how public transportation would work. What if the bus broke down? That would be all it took for Sam to be late and maybe even fired and he couldn't afford to lose this job right now, even with what little it paid.
Dressed in a red shirt and khaki pants, Sam sighed as he watched some of the other students run around playing sports as he made his way toward the front drive of the school. Where'd those carefree times go? Not that Sam had much of them anyway. He had always been such a workaholic. He adjusted his bookbag, not excited for his ten hour closing shift tonight.