... which is terrible. i sort of promised myself i would blog every other day or so,
but clearly that hasn't worked.
i've been working lately, which involves dealing with conveyor belts, wearing a uniform shirt 10 sizes too big to be considered an extra small, and being away from my bed. plus, being a cashier is stressful.
a) i can't do math without a calculator.
b) at times customers can be rude.
c) i barely know what i am doing with everything.
i'm deathly afraid that i have forgotten everything, and that when i get back to work on tuesday, i'll fuck up. on the other hand, my friend daniel thinks i'm a great chasier, and some of the other employees think i'm cute. probably due to my small nature, and brief awkwardness. awkward.
anyways, i'm only working 9 hours next week, so i plan to spend the rest of my days off with my friends, and possibly, hopefully, michael. my parents think we're dating already, so now they want to meet him already. weird or... weird?
*i'm rocking that metro uniform like i'm from the 80's.
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