Ruined by Reality

Why do summers have to be ruined by the realities of summer jobs and chores around the house? I remember when I was younger feeling sheer joy and freedom when the last day of school had past. All I could think about was the seemingly endless days of bike riding, trips to the pool, sleepovers, lemonade stands and every other summer activity that held SO much excitement.

Now when the last day of school is over, all that seems to loom ahead is that nagging feeling that says "GET A SUMMER JOB!" And so the process starts, the phonecalls, the driving around looking for a "Help Wanted" sign, perusing the newspaper, going online. But finally it happens, someone calls you back, you go in for an interview and you get the job. But the worst part isn't over, oh no, now you actually have to show up for work every day, do what you are told and put up with snotty customers and overly confident bosses. Oh the joys.

Why does my beautiful imaginary life always get bombarded by that cold harsh thing called reality?