And sign your name here. And here. Right, now I own your soul.
After a week-and-a-bit of jobseeking, I end up employed at... New World. Sigh.
My feet hurt, I have a fucking huge bruise from where I cracked my knuckle on the toilet-roll dispenser and my uber-blister hurts. But I have a job. And a locker, a name tag, and a little 'Staff Car' laminated card. Visit me! Please! (Or don't, my Uniform is the same level of attractiveness as last year)
Today, I am grateful for:
Taking Harry Potter with me to read, and a healthy lunch.
Being employed.
Lucas still working there. He's weird-looking and laughs like a Disney character, but he's just ordered this off Amazon, which is the mammoth, 40-disc box of ALL BUFFY. What a GOD!
QOTD:
Anna: I don't know who is worse. You; for still working here, or me for returning.
Lucas: You.
Anna: Biased much? You would say that.
Lucas: I'm. Buying. Buffy.
Anna: Touche.
My feet hurt, I have a fucking huge bruise from where I cracked my knuckle on the toilet-roll dispenser and my uber-blister hurts. But I have a job. And a locker, a name tag, and a little 'Staff Car' laminated card. Visit me! Please! (Or don't, my Uniform is the same level of attractiveness as last year)
Today, I am grateful for:
Taking Harry Potter with me to read, and a healthy lunch.
Being employed.
Lucas still working there. He's weird-looking and laughs like a Disney character, but he's just ordered this off Amazon, which is the mammoth, 40-disc box of ALL BUFFY. What a GOD!
QOTD:
Anna: I don't know who is worse. You; for still working here, or me for returning.
Lucas: You.
Anna: Biased much? You would say that.
Lucas: I'm. Buying. Buffy.
Anna: Touche.