Sabato Ichigatsu 26

The cacophonous beeping of the Queue Board still ringing in my head. The repertoire of the beeps seems never ending to me, adding to my frustration.
A few weeks have passed since 7th January. The image of Ms Priya's pearly white teeth beaming at me while I was approaching her table is still crystal clear as in it just happened yesterday. She lifted both of her hands, give me two thumbs ups and passed me the paper. 41. The number I had never expected to get. 41. And i was still anxious, praying hard to get 40. 41. And here I am, still slouched on my maroon chair, doing nothing but indulging myself in the series of MSN chatting. Check.
Zest Salad and Juice Bar is the name. I am working there. I am paid $6 per hour. I got to prepare the salad, making the sauce and juice and roll the wraps. I got to cut the vegetables and fruits. I got to wash the dishes. I got to sweep and mop the floor. I got to wipe the tables. I got no meals provided. I got no break. Yet, here I am, thanking God for it after frantic searching of jobs, to the extent of utter desperation. Check
Yet, after what I have been looking for and wishing for, my heart is not on ease. There is a strong force opposing the euphoria I should have felt for the blessings. Suddenly I realize what is the point of getting a 41 points? What is the point of me being employed? These achievements suddenly appeared to be insignificant. Instead, i felt another surging loneliness in my heart, yearning for something that I am not too sure yet about it.
Suddenly, i felt a huge gap between me and my friends
I really not too sure why it happened. I recently hang out and still chatting. Yet, I sense emptiness. Hollow. Does those moment of true friendship really exist?