Wednesday, September 23, 2015
Too Many Jennifers, Not Enough Wandas
She was in the habit of downing five, sometimes six energy drinks a day. Said they kept her metabolism revved up and that's how she kept her weight down.
She was never seen outside her apartment until mid-afternoon - between her job slinging drinks keeping her out until three in the morning and the cumulative effects of little food/lots of caffeine, she would crash out from four a.m. until two p.m. When she awoke she would immediately have an energy drink, throw on sweatpants, tennis shoes and whatever shirt was at hand before taking her dog for a quick walk around the park.
If she was not distracted by the lure of the internet when she returned to her apartment, she would tackle whatever small chore she deemed necessary at the time - washing the dishes stacked in the sink, taking out the trash overflowing from the garbage can, or washing some of the dirty clothes strewn all about the bedroom floor.
Someday, she kept telling herself, she was going to go back to school and complete her degree. Then she could get a real job and leave the helter-skelter existence behind.