Why am I here? Do I really think I am going get anywhere by sitting in this lame store? These are the questions that run through my mind as I sit at this cold, hard, unsatisfying desk. Today is just like every other day. I get up at 7 Am to come to my unsatisfying job, after leaving my unsatisfying apartment, my life if I could describe it in one word would be unsatisfying. If only I lived in a bigger town I could pursue my dreams of being an actress. My name is Elizabeth Furley, I am a small town girl trying to make it big. I don't understand why I haven't made it big; I mean I'm beautiful, long brown hair that feels like it is made entirely of silk, blue eyes that look as deep as the ocean and the facial structure of Angelina. All my life I have wanted to become an actress like Jennifer Aniston, Betty White, or Rebel Wilson, But no such luck when you live in an unfulfilling town like Penticton, BC. It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have this dreadful job. It’s so boring; a lion looking at a lock of his hair isn’t as bored as I am when I am at Cell Planet. All I do all day is sit here on this hard wooden stool and wait. I hate waiting. It’s like a game, a costumer walks in I Iook at them with hope and say "Hi there, can I help you?" I hope that they might actually stay in Cell Planet for more then ten seconds and keep me company so I'm not so bored. No luck every time it's the same thing. They just look at me and say, "No thank you I got it, I will take this one." They look at one thing, buy it, or just walk out and there gone. This job is nothing compared to my other job at Tim Horton's which is all fast pace and being on your toes, I feel like I never get to sit. Tim Horton's is my last destination before I go home to listen to my answering machine. I just want my agent to call me and tell me he has amazing news, that I Elizabeth Hollywood
