Oh my, I'm going to starve. Not enough hours at work, and I can't spend my tax money until I know about the job or not. I'm still amused [read = annoying and rolling my eyes] that they feel 20 cents is a decent raise. I'm twenty five [now] working in a grocery store. Oh, my life. What am I going to do with it? I wish I knew. I feel younger than I
(
Read more... )