This is it. I'll have to start work tomorrow. I have this really ominous feeling about working, probably because I haven't gotten a single foot into the adult world of working yet, so I'll have to take that virgin step tomorrow. Sounds creepy, if you ask me.
I have a feeling I'm going to develop a musky love-hate relationship with my job, because retail is not really one of my professions, yet on the other hand, I'm already dying to reach out and grab that miserable payout. I'm desperate, I admit. I still have a monstrous shopping diet to feed, ya know.
So if you ever happen to see me at work, do pop by and say hi, and I'll be more than happy to help you.
Anyway, a humongous apology to all those who have asked me out for meals. Firstly, I'm totally broke, so much to the extent that I've settled for a lousy job just for that few miserable bucks. Secondly, I'll have to work till 1 in the morning on some days, so I'll most probably be squashed dry of my strength and thirst for shopping and partying. This is how much I'm willing to sacrifice to keep myself out of boredom and into working life.
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