Week 7: How would you like your eggs?

At first it was just a summer/weekend job, a job to save up a few bucks, buy things I wanted but did not need. Then of course the worst happened, here I am, fifty years later, asking people how they like their eggs. Of course the whole college thing didn't go too well, I should of figured that. After doing college the first semester I got out of Highschool, I was tired of having to do school, instead of earn money, so what did I do? "Oh I'll start back at college next semester, take a little break, get some money in my pocket." Little did I know I'd keep saying that for the next twenty years. After twenty years of saying that, I finally figured out, NO, I won't be going back to college, and yes, this is the job I'll be doing for the rest of my life. Let me tell you, once it hits you smack dead in the face, and you know that's what you'll be doing, every single question asked at your job will trip you over the edge. Knowing that was my future, the only thing I would be doing everyday is getting up, and serving little creeps in a diner for the rest of my life. So here I am now, 68 years old, and still going into that diner to work. Of course I was able to retire years back, but do you think my little paycheck I got from there for the past fifty years will let me live my whole life without a money problem? Of course not.

How would you like your eggs?