I work with a government contracting company over the summer. My dad works there, too, and he's why I have a job there. He must have spread the word around the office that I was home for a week, because Monday afternoon when I woke up and checked my email there was a note from my dad that said, "Guess what Jenn, you are employed for the rest of the week! So have all of your fun today because starting tomorrow you'll be working." I sat there with a straight face and quietly said, "Great."

Apparently, to my dad, any time that I'm home is a great opportunity to work. It's great to get some extra cash, but I didn't really need it. If my dad didn't work there and they offered the work, I would have told them politely that I am on break and already have plans. But since my dad was involved in all this, it was harder to say no. This was kind of at the last minute for them, too, because an employee was leaving that week and they needed the help. So for four days, eight hours a day, I did admin work. Most of what I did was sit at the front desk, answer the phone and monitor who came through the front door. It was very boring. Luckily I had a computer at the desk so I could read Whim as I worked. That was most of my week, sitting around not doing much. And I had to wake up at 6 a.m. to do this, and, when I got home at night, I was too tired to go out and have fun.

This isn't the first time I worked over Spring Break either. Last year I worked at my former job as a supermarket cashier. This job was part time so I had more time off to have fun during the week. It still wasn't fun while I was at my job, especially on my last day when they scheduled me to come in at 5 a.m. to take over for the night shift cashier. That week was the last time I worked there, and I vowed to myself never to go back to work as a supermarket cashier. I've only been back to that store as a customer.