[Yes, I know I made up the word. It works, though.]

So, I like work so far, though the floor is the most horrid place to be in the entire fucking store. People are pigs. It’s not that hard to put soup back where it goes. But, I like H.E. well enough, and Sylvia certainly keeps me amused. Though that till… ohoho. Ironically, the technology section at Zellers has the oldest and slowest till. We should have a computer you just talk at, in my opinion.

My paycheque should be around $600, give or take. Yay.

I have a crush on a good friend of mine and I haaaaaate it because I can’t do anything with it because it’d be awkward. Fuck you, emotions. Start working with my mind better and don’t make me like guys I shouldn’t. Hurrrrr.

I have two fucking annoying zits. They need to die.

G’night.

Srsly. Pissing me off. It’s gotten confusing, and now Google has stuck its hands into it. Using this now. Mmyesssss.

Uhh… well, cash training is interesting [and by interesting, I mean full of too much information being given in too little time]. I now have a new hatred for tills. I really do. They need to be organized better. And I’m apparently having a shift or two next week where I’ll be alone, which promises to be interesting/possibly horrifying. I have a feeling I’ll end up getting the customer from hell. I must be clairvoyant.

Anyway, gonna be putting up a schedule. Once I make it. Weeeeee.