Of all people I thought he would understand. He was my bestfriend after all. I was sorely mistaken. The melancholy of the present gave me whiplash. All he ended up saying was I should be grateful for this opportunity. He made me feel guilt for not being excited as I "should" be. I left a little earlier than I usually do. I still must get him a new couch. I wasn't going to let my feelings cloud my judgement.

 While I was at his apartment I tried to distract myself by sitting on the terrible, ugly couch. The springs hurting my backside, making me sore. I hated it so badly. Both the pain caused by the couch and the distress my friend caused me. I rounded the corner to my apartment and grabbed the scratched up door knob. Worn from years of use and never replaced. I could move somewhere else. Maybe after I saved up some money. A nice house with extravagant furniture. Instead I chose to stay here with the one person who caused me so much aggravation. 

I would get a new mattress with the first paycheck I got. The comfort level was almost as bad as the couch I sat on not too long ago. Tomorrow were my last few days at work. I didn't want to just up and leave. Honestly, I just wanted my last paycheck. The other thing was to get something for the man's children. I told him I would do so. Truly, I am a man of my word. I would ask him what his kids would like. I quickly changed out of my clothes and laid down. The thought I should be grateful replayed in my mind till I fell asleep. 

A new day began. but I suddenly felt lighter than before. If I imagined how it would be if I didn't get the acceptance letter. The feeling of despair dwindling after a good night sleep. I hurried through my daily routine. Brush teeth, shower, breakfast, and get dressed. Maybe a little more than that. But, those were the basics of the day. I paced myself down the stairs. I couldn't wait to tell the manager of the factory that I was done. 

Done with the poor wages they gave us. Done with the terrible treatment of looking down on us. I felt as if they treated us as if we were less than human. "Last day!" I said aloud. The joy was indescribable. I quickly went in the building. The doors slamming behind with a clunk sound. I wasn't going to let anyone ruin my day today. Not one single person. Not even piggy. The usual work station was set up. Mr. pig looked gleeful as he saw me. He must assumed I didn't get in. Ha! He was so very wrong about that. I took my station with everyone looking at me wearingly. Wondering what happened I guessed. The kind man I never got the name of was the first to speak.