Sam Guthrie (ex_blastoff35) wrote in academy_x, @ 2010-05-20 12:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | cannonball, mercury |
who: Sam and Cessily
when: Thursday night
where: Foyer
what: Sam returned from work, growing cynical fast from a job that deals with *gasp* - customers!
The novelty of working at Target had finally worn off for Sam. He always imagined it would and that much like the coal mines he'd simply have to keep at it to ensure he paid the bills, metaphorical as they were since he didn't have any bills to pay. What he did have, though, was a family back in Kentucky that he knew could really use the money when their dad's life insurance ran out which it inevitably would. Until all his siblings were old enough to care for themselves, it wouldn't be right for Sam or anyone to expect his mother to go back to work and support all the mouths she still had left to feed even with Sam, Paige, and Jay gone.
Since Target was his first job dealing with customers though, Sam was having his first real dose of resentment for his occupation. He had found people to be very rude when he was trying to be helpful and had so many different things spilled at him on the register or people angry with him simply over a price he had no control over anyway. There was so many expectactions from complete strangers about the stupidest little thing that it insulted Sam, who was already dealing so many expectations from the people in his life that actually mattered. Returning from yet another long day at work, Sam looked down at his red polo shirt and smoothed it out. He started humming a funeral march to himself as he walked back into the main campus building to head to the boys' dorm, as if the red shirt he was wearing spelled doom just like it did on the classic Star Trek television program. God, what he wouldn't give to find something he actually liked to do and get paid to do it. Being an X-Man would never pay the bills back in Kentucky, though.