Because apparantly I hate myself...
So I'm working a full time job. It's not a GREAT job, but considering all the hurdles I went through to get it, I'm not about to quit. There's really no upsides to this job, unless you count the paycheck and the fact that one of the guys who works my shifts has a cute butt, and the downsides are numerous.
Besides the obvious long hours/bored out of my mind/oh gods! my feet! I also have to do a lot of working with people.
And I hate people.
Well, I hate the people who come into my store and get angry at me when I have to ask for an id before selling them alcohol. Because any other store obviously never asks that. -_-
But yes, since apparently THAT is not enough. I now have another internship that happens on my days off from this job. I'm now going to be working at the Manassas Museum (That's Bull Run to all those 'yanks' ). Dressing up in costume to make some speech about how great and awesome and powerful the confederate army was before those dirty oppressive northerners came in and killed everyone in their lust for the great south's resources. Or something. In 90 degree heat. Also, I have to wear a wig for obvious boy hair cut reasons.
The only consolation is PRETTY DRESS IS PRETTY but still. In a dress. Talking about how much I 'adore the great south'. In the heat. Not getting paid.
This had better get me into graduate school.
Besides the obvious long hours/bored out of my mind/oh gods! my feet! I also have to do a lot of working with people.
And I hate people.
Well, I hate the people who come into my store and get angry at me when I have to ask for an id before selling them alcohol. Because any other store obviously never asks that. -_-
But yes, since apparently THAT is not enough. I now have another internship that happens on my days off from this job. I'm now going to be working at the Manassas Museum (That's Bull Run to all those 'yanks' ). Dressing up in costume to make some speech about how great and awesome and powerful the confederate army was before those dirty oppressive northerners came in and killed everyone in their lust for the great south's resources. Or something. In 90 degree heat. Also, I have to wear a wig for obvious boy hair cut reasons.
The only consolation is PRETTY DRESS IS PRETTY but still. In a dress. Talking about how much I 'adore the great south'. In the heat. Not getting paid.
This had better get me into graduate school.