I'm still the same kid I've always been

5 straight days of work is exhausting. I remember when I used to do 10 straight days I don't know have I kept my sanity.

I should feel a little guilty though because of the 40 hours I've worked this week only 8 of it was spent doing honest real work. The remaining 32 hours were spent standing around in the IMAX theatre or at door sending text messages or being on myspace on my phone.

Of course the tiny amount of guilt I would feel is erased when I remember that I busted my ass and worked hard for a year and half and still have nothing to show for it while there are people who get rewarded for slacking off just because they party and binge drink with the higher management. Movie theatre politics.

I refuse to become a jaded and apathetic person like many others I know.

I still believe in the underdog and that every moment that goes by is a chance to turn your life and the life of others around.

It hit me the other day that I'm 22 and working a minimum wage job. I'm pretty much a college dropout and I am beginning to drown slowly in ever piling debt. Late fees and overdrafts reign supreme and I work 40 hour work weeks at a job that I kinda hate to just make it all back up.

I've fallen hard on my face and I'm still feeling the sting, but instead of quitting the game and forfeiting into the hopelessness and despair like many others that have come before me. I still stand with my fist in the air screaming at the oncoming storm.

Maybe I'm being foolish, but I still believe in myself and I won't ever stop.