Bruh, Really?

First and foremost, working sucks. Felt I was pregnant half the time from standing up so long from my feet and ankles swelling up. The hours really sucked and I never realized how stupid the weather in Illinois really is until I was forced to stand out in the pouring rain!

But having a booty job comes with perks.
To be totally honest if it wasn't for my job, my summer would of been a bust, lamer than a family Christmas party where you only got socks as your gift.
Working at Six Flags Greeeeat America was a memorable experience to say the very least. Took me a looong time to actually like the job, not really sure why I even took it. I guess to justify my reason to why I stayed so long is cause I'm a broke bitch and I needed money bad. I think everyone can relate to my situation.
As time progressed and the season was coming to an end, I realized I had way more reasons for staying than I did in the beginning. I had so many new experiences and shared them with the coolest people ever. They had my back and I had their back. I remember every day someone would at least use the term "bruh", it was our word for any given situation. This lady came up to me one day telling me someone spit on the seat and wanted me to wipe it off and I look back at my friend and we both go "BRUHHHH", "you ganna do it, bruh" "bruuuhhhh.... okay", "thanks bruh ". My boss would be in it too, it was like one big bruh family.
If you would of asked me in the beginning of the season what's the one thing I want, I'd answer with "well, only thing I want in life is for Six Flags to burn to the ground with every asshole guest that's ever visited that god forsaken place."
Harsh but true, still kinda want to see it burn but not as much.
Working gave me new opportunities, meet new people and do things I'd never want to do again. Sticking through this job gave me more confidence in my work ethic and morale which I really lacked in. Sometimes I gatta suffer through some things until I actually appreciate what I have and what I've done to get to where I'm at. I just really wish making kids cry because they're too short to ride wasn't part of the job.

*hyperbole