Graduation Day

I struggled with even going to graduation at all. But I got all my stuff ready anyway. Even the night before I was not really wanting to do it. I got up and got ready. Did my makeup and it turned out pretty good. It was really hot even in the morning. I got to school and went to the holding area. I didn't know anyone there really. There were a couple of girls I had classes with, but my homies are still in school and have a couple years left. They gave us pizza while we waited. Then we had to line up. I was first in line. The robe looked ok, and with the bottom open you couldn't tell it didn't fit. I got the wrong color tassel. It was supposed to be red, mine was silver. The girl in line behind me had a black one so I didn't feel so bad. 
When we got to the auditorium at the Academy of Arts and Sciences building and I saw everyone's families I felt hollow. I was there alone. Much of my life is this way. All of my friends have to work on a Friday morning or else they would have been there. I walked across the stage and had to stop for two pictures, but now I wonder where the pictures end up. I didn't have anyone there to take pictures of me. I took one but I was squinting so bad I look crazy. I might just put my robe back on and have a roomate take some pics of me. It was sort of nice finishing college officially. 

I went to the computer lab to do the test for the handbag job, but the instructions were so sparse I wasn't 100% sure I was doing what they wanted. I don't think I really want the job anyway. I know I can't be happy working 7 days a week. The thing is it's a 'family owned' business and they are from the middle east. I have noticed with family owned businesses they run their family to the bone, and ignore labor laws completely. I have known probably 10 people that work for their families, and they rarely get a day off or breaks either. I can't walk into that. The days of taking the first offer even if it doesn't sound right are over. Besides the boss is way too good looking for me to be able to focus on my work.

When I was going to paint the new offices the other day, when I walked through the alley I saw a wad of bills on the ground. I picked them up. It was like $30. I was sad for who lost it, but happy for me because I was dead broke. I will be able to get some job search stuff done next week. I will get a job. One of my friends at school works at a big retailer and the managers love him so he said he'd put in a good word for me. So I will stop in on Monday. I haven't been to my church in like 2 months. I finally have money to go. I am looking forward to going. But I have to go to sleep.