Adulthood(əˈdəlt,ˈadˌəlt)

Adulthood(əˈdəlt,ˈadˌəlt)

ADULTHOOD

INT: AN ICE CREAM(krēm) PARLOR(ˈpärlər)

Robin, a teenager(ˈtēnˌājər), has just started working as an ice cream scooper.

ROBIN

Is this real life? Is this what people do all day long, day after day? I’ve now wasted(ˈwāstid) two and a half hours of my life scooping ice cream onto cones(kōn) for whining((h)wīn) children with runny(ˈrənē) noses(nōz). I’m going to go insane(inˈsān). And my arm and shoulder(ˈSHōldər) really(ˈrē(ə)lē) hurt(hərt). I never realized(ˈrē(ə)ˌlīz) that using a spoon(spo͞on) could be classified(ˈklasəˌfīd) as exercise. Man, I’m going to have to do stretches before I come back here tomorrow.

Oh god, I’m going to have to come back here tomorrow. Again. Tomorrow and the day after that and every day for the rest of the summer. How does anyone have a job for longer than a week? I feel like I’ve been watching people going to their jobs my whole life and I just assumed it would be better than this. Why have I been spending seven hours a day in school learning vocab(vi-,vōˈkabyəˌlerē) and science(ˈsīəns) and calculus(ˈkalkyələs)? I don’t even use algebra(ˈaljəbrə) here, I just type buttons into the cash(kaSH) register(ˈrejəstər).

Oh, great, here come four more kids. I’ll ask them the same exact(igˈzakt) questions(ˈkwesCHən). “One scoop or two?” “Regular(ˈreg(ə)lər,ˈregyələr) cone(kōn), sugar(ˈSHo͝ogər) cone, or waffle(ˈwäfəl,ˈwô-) cone?” “Do you want a sample(ˈsampəl)?” This can’t be right. People weren’t meant to live like this. There’s supposed(səˈpōzd,səˈpōzid) to be more to it than repetition(ˌrepəˈtiSHən).

This must be a nightmare(ˈnītˌme(ə)r). No, this must be hell(hel). Oh god, no-it’s adulthood.

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