Score! I'm employed!
In a matter of a few minutes, an hour and a half, I'll be starting my three-month tenure at Applebee's, cookin' it up in the back.
I'm fucking freaking out-- I can't remember the last time I was this nervous.
I guess I just don't want to royally fuck up and leave a bad impression on all my new co-workers who will come to know me as the "hey, does that guy work here?" guy. I guess it fucking blows that my first day is on a Saturday on the extremely busy West-End of Billings. Maybe I should have told them I could start as soon as Monday?
Oh well, $7.50 an hour, full-time. Maybe now I won't have to sell muh guitar anymore.
Nervous.
In a matter of a few minutes, an hour and a half, I'll be starting my three-month tenure at Applebee's, cookin' it up in the back.
I'm fucking freaking out-- I can't remember the last time I was this nervous.
I guess I just don't want to royally fuck up and leave a bad impression on all my new co-workers who will come to know me as the "hey, does that guy work here?" guy. I guess it fucking blows that my first day is on a Saturday on the extremely busy West-End of Billings. Maybe I should have told them I could start as soon as Monday?
Oh well, $7.50 an hour, full-time. Maybe now I won't have to sell muh guitar anymore.
Nervous.
xmilitaryxmikex:
sell your blood and your sperm, but never your guitar...