"The weekend will be filled with clear skies and a raging sun, so put on your sun screen when you leave the house!"
"Thanks Nami, now back to our local news.."
The red light of the camera fades away to signal that the live session is off. I gladly make my way to leave the studio as everyone talks amongst themselves about their summer plans. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate this job, I'm just always busy and it was about time I took a needed break.
"Hey Nami! Wait!"
I hear as I'm just about to reach the door. It's my manager with a planner on hand.
"Is anything the matter?" I feigned curiosity.
"No, I just wanna make sure you know when to come back to work, that's all."
"It was the end of the summer." I answered, already been through this many times before.
"Right! Make sure you get your check before you get out of the news building." He said as he went back to chat with the rest of the crew. I sighed, maybe the job has become overwhelming. It has been 2 1/2 years that I've worked here but at least I got vacations that allowed me to travel.
I picked up my check and took a cab home. Although the town was small, I rented at a house near the edge of town. After tipping the cab I went inside the place I temporarily called "home" and collapsed on the bed. It is becoming more and more difficult to do this job. I'm not much of a socializer, making me an outsider at work. It seemed that everyone on the team has come to accept that with even some only knowing me as "the weather girl". Sometimes I even wonder how I even got this job. I am looking forward to these months of relaxation. I wonder how much cash I will have to use. The thought got me to sit upright on the bed to look at the check. A good amount of cash yet if I wanted to stay here I would need to budget it. I sighed at the thought, usually I would travel to various places as an escape yet now I will have to resort to a more "local" vacation.
As much as I loved having a good flow of cash I realized that I am slowly becoming unhappy. The town has started to grow stagnant with its wonder gone. There's too many familiar faces now and my job wasn't really helping either. I no longer feel like myself but an actor for the camera and for the residents here. I need an escape. A thought enters my mind as I fall back onto the bed. Maybe it is time to leave.