It was her sophomore year in college. She figured it would be like this. Up all night and day. Working constantly for play money, but with no time to play. Her days at the dry cleaner were hot, sticky and mundane. She did get good study time waiting for the drive thru “ding”.

The actual task of working the afternoon shift at a dry cleaner wasn’t as bad as she told her friends. Mostly digging through pockets, putting plastic over the clean clothes and matching ticket numbers/filing, it wasn’t too horrible, just mind numbingly boring.