Well,

I found out that I'm working only a ridiculous 26.5 hours next week.
That is fucked. Seriously. You can't live on 26.5 hours a week.
AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Well, the bakery hasn't called me back yet. I hope they do... :(

In other news,
I think I'm having separation anxiety from Peter.
Yikes.