you and your father sit and eat a meal that provides a mutual bonding
experience. you have thousands of things you feel need to be brought to
his attention. he feels the same. yet neither of you can break away
from the stereotypes that bind. instead of gaining any ground you sit
and eat your baconators in near silence. a battle was lost today. it
will be revisited many times.

you walk around like a zombie in that uniform, like you are too good for
that job you landed yourself flipping burgers. you may be. but you
also dropped out of high school, at least that's what you tell people to
gain rep. you are just a 16 year old girl, a cookie cutter girl like
everyone else your age.

you are sitting alone in a grand room, staring aimlessly at your coffee
lid. you hate your job. you aren't qualified for it. you hate your
boss. she doesn't really like you either. to be frank she doesn't like
it here. and you have never left, nor will you ever leave, and you feel
this is the best place on the planet.