I am beat.
I went from making $10.50 an hour for sitting on my ass doing crossword puzzles to working my ass off making less. I don't want to be a grown-up anymore. As you can tell, I worked my very first day at my new job today. Ugh. The job isn't bad, just hard. I felt like a total ass. I kept telling myself I'll get it perfect this time and I would always forget some little detail. There is alot to remember at that place! I didn't even get to any of the management aspect yet. I'm still learning the basic stuff. And do you want to know the worst part? Those of you who know me personally will appreciate this: I can't fucking smoke!! Ack! I did manage one cigarrette break in my six hour shift today, and I felt like a slimeball even asking for it. No one else there smokes. I need to quit. I don't want to fucking quit, but I have to. Please don't spout off all of the reasons why for me...I know them all. I guess the money that I save not smoking so much will make up for the wage difference. Also, and this the kicker, NO COFFEE!!!! They do not have coffee there!!! AHHHHH!!! I went fucking nuts without my coffee today. I'd bring in a coffee maker, but there is really nowhere for me to put one. Thermos time for Carrie (providing I fell like waking up early to brew a pot of coffee at home).

That's the bad stuff. I had to get it off of my chest. There are good parts to this job, too. My bosses are uber cool. I worked side by side with one of the the co-owners (the wife) today, and she was very down to earth. A little whiny, maybe, but easy to talk to at any rate. I can tell that she is picky, but she's also a "forget it, I'll just do it myself" kind of woman. I have to forgive myself for being stupid today. "It's my first day" -Homer Simpson. How many times in your life can you say that?