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[celestejoy]

I really don't like my job that much. Today was my second day, and it sucked so bad. I messed up 2 sundaes, the girl I worked with was getting annoyed with me because I didn't know where stuff was on the register or how to make things (Okay, sorry sweetie, but it was my second fucking day. Do you expect me to have everything memorized? The last time I worked was last sunday.), and I thought that the owner was going to fire me because I kept messing up. My drawer was 10 cents over though, so at least I was doing things right. And like, when I finished cleaning up and shit from my shift, I stood and drew on this newspaper, and one of the girls I worked with was like "You'll get in trouble if you aren't busy," It's just like "Uh, sorry girl, but I have like 5 minutes left until I can leave, and obviously people come here," Ahhhh I just want to fucking punch someone in the face.

If they schedule me to work on the 15th, I'm just going to be like, "I'm crazy." (I have a psychiatrist appt. that day.)