Eight hour shifts
I started my thirty minute training at Nordstrom Rack yesterday. Then after it opened they let me start on my seven &a half hour shift. Swt, huh? No. My feet are killing me from standing up way too long &for some reason my arm hurts even though I wasn't lifting anything heavy. But aside the point, I'm mad at two asian girls that got pretty good stuff yesterday. One got an awesome gold bag that never once appealed to me until I saw her paying for it &adoring it so. Then I passed by some chic that was carrying Diesel wrestling shoes to the counter. How unfair was that? I went searching low &high for a pair &for the bag, but found none. Oh well. Now I know my whole paycheck will be going to that store.
Oh, I'm not going to my senior prom. I don't have two-hundred plus to splurge on a dance. Plus, I've already been to the place. &what's the point of going with people that don't really care. I've realized that I don't have ordinary friends I can call &ask to come "hang out." Maybe I don't make much of an effort? Who knows... I hate highschool &I can't wait to just work &do whatever I want over the summer. Call me emo, but that's what I'm good at.
Oh, I'm not going to my senior prom. I don't have two-hundred plus to splurge on a dance. Plus, I've already been to the place. &what's the point of going with people that don't really care. I've realized that I don't have ordinary friends I can call &ask to come "hang out." Maybe I don't make much of an effort? Who knows... I hate highschool &I can't wait to just work &do whatever I want over the summer. Call me emo, but that's what I'm good at.