Hello, my name is Jessie. I live on a boat with my friend Katie. We live on the Jersey Shore. An Island consisting of people who come from all over the country to get drunk and hit on waitresses. I have never actually been to the Jersey Shore, but this is how I imagine it to be. I am not trying to be mean here, but holy hell, our pace of life has drastically changed.
Within the first 24 hours of being here, Katie and I both got 2 waitressing jobs. That’s four different restaurants. We have not sat down since. Almost overnight, we went from 4 months of being unemployed to working 2 full time serving jobs. From 5 knots for 3 months with no exercise, to people beckoning you all day while you hustle tables. From quiet days and little conversation, hours without talking…to “would you like fries with that?” From going to sleep at 8:30, to picking up a drunken mess till 2 in the morning. No need to explain more. You get it.
I realize I am making this sound awful. I am just trying to explain how quickly our lives have changed. How adaptable we have had to be. Katie and I have barely seen each other since we have been here. We just pass each other on the street, wave and yell “Have a good day at work!” How two people could see each other so little, and live in such a small space together boggles my mind.
Most importantly, the piggy bank is overfilling with pennies. Hard work is already paying off. Maybe we won’t have to be docked as long as we thought? Being unemployed was challenging for Katie and me. Probably one of the things we liked least about this trip. Little sleep, and hard work actually feels really great. Getting our asses kicked is what we hoped for, and sure enough that is what we’re getting. By the time we leave here, the blissful thought of being unemployed again is going to sound quite lovely.