The STRUGGLE of working a 9-5 forty-five minutes away from the island, when MOST ALL of your friends work in the hospitality industry.

When you get text messages on a Monday that read something like this:

Them: “How’s work?”

Me: *($#@&(!

Them: “That’s good I’m just chillin’ at Rejects right now”
(Sends me pic of them slyly drinking a beer and hiding from a security guard)

LITERALLY THE WORST THING EVER.

WHY YOU DO THIS TO ME?

CAN’T YOU SEE I’M AT WORK TRYING TO FORGET ABOUT LYING ON A BEACH AND DRINKING DRINKS BARELY DISGUISED AS NON-ALCOHOLIC DRINKS? (JUST YOU WAIT TILL WINTER COMES- THEN IMA GO ON A VACATION AND ALLLLLL THE PICS WILL BE SENT FROM MY PHONE) *MUAHAHAHAHA. HA. HA*

J/k I’m really just crying at my desk and trolling Instagram pretending to do work right now.
Or blogging about pretending to do work. Same thing really.