5min Freewrite: The Last Treasurer || Daily Prompt
After I graduated from college, I thought I'd immediately find the job of my dreams. My father has spent most of what he had for me to finish college, and he also thought this way I'll be financially secure for life.
Little did he know, most college graduates are trying to find a job, and even when they do it's usually never suitable. But, at some point, you have to accept the harsh reality and cope.
So, I've accepted this job as a treasurer at a currency exchange firm. It's super simple, you just sit on a chair for 12 hours while the firm is closed. You can never imagine how boring this is.
At night, you get enough time to think about everything. All the things that went wrong, all the painful memories, and all the wrong choices. By the morning, you hate yourself already to the point you're considering resigning every single day.
One day, we had extra money in the vault, and my manager told me that someone will join me for the night because we'll need at least 2 people to secure the place, and I was happy as a child that someone will join me and kill the boredom I feel every night.
Then he arrived, a man who's at least 70 years old, wrinkles everywhere on his face, and he seems to have difficulty speaking and listening, like he can hardly hear and he can barely speak.
I was disappointed for a while, I thought is this the person who would help me survive a boring night? And, why is he staring at me that way?
He said nothing, but still he kept staring, sometimes I look at him and he's smiling, some other times he looks like he is about to cry. So I asked: "Do I look like someone you know?"
He laughed and said: "Yes, myself" but this made no sense to me, I thought I'd just ignore him but he seemed sane enough to me. So I asked: "Are you sure we look similar?" I thought to myself: You're at least 60 years older than me how can we look similar.
"You just remind me of myself" he said, and then he followed: "You look like you have just graduated, probably you had good education, and you came here because you didn't find a better opportunity as most of other young men"
I was just about to start defending myself by saying it's just a temporary job, he interrupted and said: "I know you probably told yourself it's just a temporary job and that you'll soon find a better offer, but this is what every one of us said to himself! 12 hours of waiting kills the ambition of the most ambitious"
I nodded but said nothing, then he cut the silence by saying: "If you want the advice of such an old man, you should leave right now and never come back again, when you're in your 20s you think you have a lot of time, but in the blink of an eye you become as old as me"
I didn't need much convincing, I already hated this job, but it was a call to action that I desperately needed. I thanked him and went home running, as if I was running from a miserable destiny, and I have promised myself to never accept a job that would kill my free soul.