Entry 3: Long days are so hard

 She has trouble going deeper into sleep. Her mind churns every time she tries to lull herself to sleep. But her hours are short. She has to wake up at five in the morning when the sun begins to climb the east. Truly, clothing herself in her work uniform is a breeze. The pants and matching shirt are already set the night before. Her undergarments are also easy to reach. 

But she cannot eat. The idea of putting something in her mouth so early in the morning, without enough sleep, makes her feel nauseous. She only takes a bite of some chips, brushes her teeth, and rides the car. Thankfully, she does not need to drive this morning. She works with her father in the facility he has been working for, with, and in a decade. Today, she has a similar working hours with him - six to six. That is a twelve hours of --- of... well, at least the work is not that hard. Unless she makes it harder for herself.

Why does she sweep and map the floor, wipe the windows and French door glasses, and be on her feet the whole day when it is only her father with her, but she cannot do them when she is with another employee? Is it because they tell her to sit down? Do not! She should be working on her feet - this person might inform the supervisor that she is not working. There might be "complaints." 

It is really hard to make sense of things. The first week is half a mess. But the longest day is so much harder. She wishes to come to bed. She wishes to sleep and relax. But she cannot. She has to eat dinner, brush her teeth, and take a shower before her back attempts to meet the softness of her mattress. 

But such is life, and she must struggle for the money. That is for her tuition fee.