Undercurrents
Yachts lined up at the Marina left Shandra with mixed feelings. She worked at the little cafe serving the local Marina’s clients and tourists. She listened to them visit about their sailing experiences, the places they docked, how far they could travel on their yachts. Most of the yachts were not really what she would call a yacht. “You’ve been watching too many Bond movies!” One of her coworkers frequently gave her a hard time about her opinions. On one hand she wanted desperately to just leave work, climb aboard one of the larger yachts and head out to sea. On the other hand, she knew that the cost of a yacht, and the yearly upkeep was far more than her little apartment cost. Probably more than she made in a year at the three jobs she kept up. And then there was night school. “It’s just not fair, Nolan. They come in here complaining about how many bills to maintain their yacht. My money concerns are about keeping the lights on, the heat, food, a roof over my head and tuition.” Shandra’s tables were filling up. “I guess I’d better put a smile on my face, stop complaining and be grateful that these yacht folks and their guests come in at all.” She tucked away her longing to sail away, and greeted the patrons, filling their water glasses. “Can I get you something to drink or an appetizer?”
“Don’t set your goals by what other people deem important.”
~ Jaachynma N.E.Agu, The Prince and the Pauper
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