Really Don’t Wanna Work At The Mall
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Yep, you guessed it. That’s where I’m going today, to beg for applications. At least Sheena’s going with me, so I won’t be bored between wanting to throw up. I guess I kinda hoped I wouldn’t have to work retail ever again when I got that job at RMS. I kinda wish I hadn’t gone crazy, and that the lady who replaced my boss wasn’t such a hissy-fit throwing child. Oh well, the work was getting to be too hard, anyway. I was always so terrified that I’d drop the client I had to bathe. I had to get her from her chair to the bed, then from the bed into her shower chair. Meaning I had to support all her weight. On just my weak wizarding-arms. 90 pounds gets real heavy when you can’t lift it.
Okay, not thinking about job stuff now. Not gonna.
Been obsessively downloading more music from Dancefloor Mayhem. Seriously, if you like techno and the like, you need to swing by there. They have great remixes, and great originals. Yum. I already sent the link to Aaron, so he can play the stuff on the radio (he has a show on the campus radio station).
Need to work on my Doodle Week stuff, still. I’m a lazy-ass sonova, and have only finish 3 of the 7 drawings so far, and I’ve got nothing scanned yet. And I have two days to get it all done by… Ooooooh, fuuuuuuuuuck…