Last of the Days

There's nothing worse than having to work in the rain. Yesterday was my last day at the PNE, which I'm really depressed about. But of course on that particular day, it rained cats and dogs. Frigid rain blowing in the face, numb fingers desperately working on a cotton-candy bag while one hand clutches on to a cold cup of coffee, as if it's a thin thread that's keeping me from falling to a point of no return.

It was actually so cold that I could see my breath when I talked. And it was so cold that the cotton-candy instantly turned into a sticky, crystallized mess as it's pulled out from the warmth of the machine. And it was so cold that my scalding-hot cup of coffee instantly turned into brown ice-water in the matter of ten minutes.

Other than that, the night went fine. I'll miss the atmosphere of the place, though. In exchange for the squeals of laughter and shrieks of fear, I'll have the monotonous tone of a lecture and the droning sound of a broken heater. I can't believe that I wasted my summer with summer-school. It was honestly a waste of time - everything was repetitive and redundant. That's probably because I took the course before, but I regret the choice. Next year, I won't make that mistake again, I swear to it!