Since both of my jobs have the same boss, it’s pretty convenient. I work at the office until 6:30, and then go to the food court until 8:30-9:00. I’m always complaining that it’s so hard, that I don’t want to go, that I wish I could just go home. My boss asked me several times, whether I was too tired or not. Every single time, I never failed to reassure him that I’m fine and I can work whenever. I guess my manager got sick of me complaining, because he told me something that made so much sense, something that you can’t even talk back to. I felt really dumb and useless. He asked me, “Why don’t you quit the other job then? You’re still secured with the office job no matter what. It’s not like you need the money financially; you’re not going to starve or die without it. I don’t understand why you complain when you can actually do something about it. Boss even asks you sometimes, but you always say its okay, it’s fine, everything’s perfect. Isn’t it your fault then, for not telling him your troubles? If you’re going to work in both places, don’t be lazy and act like you don’t want to go. Either do well and try your best in both places, or straight up tell boss that it’s too hard on you. But don’t just sit on your ass complaining when there are people out there working their asses off at less than minimum wage, while you have enough money to go play with your friends and do whatever the hell it is you do with your money. Don’t ever complain to me because I always see you trying to take shortcuts.” Needless to say, I was humiliated and angry at him for lecturing me. I couldn’t understand where he was coming from. He was being condescending. He wasn’t respecting me. But when I thought back on it later, I cringed at how immature and child-like I was. Every single comment he made was in the right, and for my benefit. It was true; why was I complaining when I had so much in life that others don’t get a chance at? I had no right to be complaining when I was the one that put myself into that situation. I was being a spoiled brat this whole time, and I just thought everyone around me had a problem. Surely it couldn’t be me…I live independently, and I take care of myself. No one could tell me what to do, they’re all wrong and I’m right. That was my mindset until now. Damn, I see that I’m not even close to being mature yet. Just because I’m 18, I thought I was all grown up. I have such a long road ahead of me, and so much to learn from the people in my life. Thank you. :)