partythighs

i started a job today, selling food in the airport. seems like a giant pile of shit, but so it goes. in the words of lars ulrich "i used to be king shit, and then i came here and i was king dog shit". living with people is hard too, i am scared to go home because i had the last of the soymilk on my cereal this morning, and im guessing breakfast wasnt so great for meg or matt. but someone had to finish it, right? i will buy some this evening. anyways, my coworkers are all nice, but my boss is a giant cunt and i do not like her. i interviewed at a shoe store yesterday, and im hoping i can take that job instead- it pays more and they said i could probably get full time. but just in case i am still working on getting the telemarketing job as a second money source. on orientation day (monday) i was told i could get 30-35 hours a week. turns out we are splitting 11 shifts a week between 7 people- all are single person shifts. so im fucked. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. maybe i should just go to secretary school or something. oh well, anyways, life is shit but i am still happy to be here. hopefully i will get two jobs, make an assload of money, and be away just the right amount, so i still see my friends, but i dont have to deal with them too much as shitty roommates. still hoping to go home for a while at the end of the month. i miss having my cat, sad as that sounds. and i miss my mommy. she bought me a big parka, we will see how hideous it is when i get to seattle. thank god im a mooching teenager and not a homeless old lady.