My new life as a responsible woman started well. Of course I didn't like that work at all but I was responsible enough to stay. After all this was my only chance to get somewhere in my life. And I was determined to go to university.
Since I'd never had to work in my life, it was really hard at the beginning. The most difficult part was getting up early... But in order to be able to distribute all the newspapers before 5:30am, I had to be out of my house at 4am, no matter what kind of weather would wait for me outside...
In the first weeks of work I felt exhausted. Sometimes I went to bed already at 7pm... sometimes even earlier than that.
But it seemed to make no difference next morning...
In order to recover a little from that hard work, I used to do a little sport, not much though. I either went jogging in the park or used the local gym, which was sponsored by the company I worked for. I didn't have to pay anything, what was very important on those days.
Soon I got noticed by my boss. Seeing that I was a hard worker, she told me I had good chances at work. Nevertheless, I had to make some progress in my studies first, specially writing.
Honestly, I didn't have much interest in jornalism on those days but I needed money to go to university.
My first choice was doing some courses on specific areas but my salary was not sufficient to cover all the spences. So I decided to read. I used to spent every free time I had at the local library.
Eventually I found out that learning wasn't as boring as I thought. I started reading in bed, too, before going to sleep.
I started cooking as well. I didn't know many different recipes but I was able to read a few books about it. I actually liked trying new things.
I remember my surprise when I finally managed to cook something eatable for the first time.
I was so proud of myself... I couldn't help smiling. This was my first victory. At that moment I knew I could learn everything, I just had to add some effort to it.
My social life was a mess, though. Somehow I wasn't interested in making friends. It was like I didn't believe in friendship anymore. All friends I had before were friends of my money. Even my boyfriend left me. This hurt me a lot, I didn't trust anyone.
One evening, before going to bed, I decided to delete myself of the social network. I didn't even check the messages, just deleted everything. That spoiled, futile person on the net wasn't me anymore, and I didn't even want to remember her.
Everything I wanted at that time was to be invisible, anonymous.
