Mmm...chocolate cake and tea...for breakfast :)
I must still be a kid at heart because every time I do something that I know my mother will disapprove of (re: post title) I get all gleeful and defiant. But really, there isn't much to eat in the house right now except leftover chocolate cake from Sarah's birthday party, and it's so tasty! It's got gummi bears and jujubes and jellybeans and those fabulous silver ball things...and green icing!
And now it's in my tummy. Yum.
I probably shouldn't be eating this much sugar though; I'm going to be jittery all day. Which isn't that great when applying for jobs. Must get out of Starbucks before I go insane. That place will be the death of me. Going to work makes me want to kill people (mostly my customers), and that cannot be a healthy mindset to be in five days a week. Thus, applying for other jobs.
I'm not looking for anything too special because hopefully, I'll be working in the library come September (*fingers crossed*). Just have to get out of Starbucks and away from my sloth of a manager. He's so lazy. Seriously. If I came in three hours late for my shift, I'd be fired. He just laughs and blames the bus. He lives fifteen minutes away from the store by bus. He doesn't honestly believe that that excuse can hold water. Grr. /rant
Anyway, wish me luck! I hate applying for jobs. Uncertainty is evil.
And now it's in my tummy. Yum.
I probably shouldn't be eating this much sugar though; I'm going to be jittery all day. Which isn't that great when applying for jobs. Must get out of Starbucks before I go insane. That place will be the death of me. Going to work makes me want to kill people (mostly my customers), and that cannot be a healthy mindset to be in five days a week. Thus, applying for other jobs.
I'm not looking for anything too special because hopefully, I'll be working in the library come September (*fingers crossed*). Just have to get out of Starbucks and away from my sloth of a manager. He's so lazy. Seriously. If I came in three hours late for my shift, I'd be fired. He just laughs and blames the bus. He lives fifteen minutes away from the store by bus. He doesn't honestly believe that that excuse can hold water. Grr. /rant
Anyway, wish me luck! I hate applying for jobs. Uncertainty is evil.