Oh shit.
Fuckin good will called me today. Just the place I didn't really want to work. And now I have a job. My berry first job, and I am scarrrred! I have to put tags on the clothes and then put em on the racks in the store, and I'm nervous about remembering where everything goes, but I get two weeks of training. Only one girl speaks english, though. So I hope the others don't act all bitchy and try speaking their spanish to me, coz I don't understand it. Scary. I have to go in tomorrow at nine in the stupid morning, and it sucks I hate mornings. Hopefully Big Lots will call me soon.