I am pretty sure I have the worst job in the world.

“Okay, it is still about an hour till we get there” says my field manager for the day

I don’t even know what his name is, I stop trying to remember who everyone was.

Only one person mattered to me, and she sure as fuck wasn’t in this car on her way to some insanely wealthy town.

My job, I go door to door asking people for money to support global warming. Sounds kind of noble right? It sucks, a lot. Everyday the ship a few of us off to the most well off places in the state and for five hours I knock on doors of people who hate me as soon as they see the clip board.

I spend most of the time thinking about her, even when I try not to I can’t help it.

One of the tricks they tell us at this amazing job is to put a fake name on your membership form. That way people think someone else has already donated and are more likely to give. People tend to be followers, especially rich people. This trick is really distracting me, because everyday my name is the same. Ashley Davis, I stare at it all day.

So here I am in this car, we are doing intros and by the way everyone is looking at me in anticipation I would say it is my turn.

“My name is Spencer, I`m 19, originally from Ohio, I am going into my second year at Boston University, and my favorite summer activity is..umm I guess..I hate this summer so I don’t really know. I am done with my introduction” and I hate this job, and all of you

“Who hates summer?” says the hippie girl next to me in this cramped voyage to hell

“ I said I hate this summer” my answer must have been enough because they didnt bother me anymore

I just looked at the name on my clipboard until we got to where we had to be.

After I went to about 40 houses I felt like stopping, so I did.

I had another 2 hours before my field manager came back to get me, so I called Kyla.