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So, my manager Brian (who is a super cool guy) wants me to be a cashier as often as possible because I'm fairly good at it (a "natural" apparently), and they only have two other girls who are cashiers all the time.
This basically means that,
One, I'm amazing at life,
Two, more hours, which means more shopping,
Three, the chances of them laying me off after the holidays is slim.
Usually my shifts are only three hours.
Four hour shifts are pretty tricky,
And this upcoming weekend, I work 5-Close Friday, 10-5 Saturday, 1-Close Sunday.
That's 14 hours of my life right there.
Haha.
No big deal, it's easypeasy.
Except when I have to blow up balloons as, I am terrified of popping balloons.
Whatever, I'll get over it.
PS: Natalie is the best date ever, especially when she spits food out on the table, eats salad with her fingers, and throws food at me.
Ahahahaha, I love her so much.
This basically means that,
One, I'm amazing at life,
Two, more hours, which means more shopping,
Three, the chances of them laying me off after the holidays is slim.
Usually my shifts are only three hours.
Four hour shifts are pretty tricky,
And this upcoming weekend, I work 5-Close Friday, 10-5 Saturday, 1-Close Sunday.
That's 14 hours of my life right there.
Haha.
No big deal, it's easypeasy.
Except when I have to blow up balloons as, I am terrified of popping balloons.
Whatever, I'll get over it.
PS: Natalie is the best date ever, especially when she spits food out on the table, eats salad with her fingers, and throws food at me.
Ahahahaha, I love her so much.