fuck HEELS.

correction; fuck CHEAP heels.

i was wrong. i couldn’t do it.

but i did.

my feet are death.

i’m going to naturalizer or aesol before my shift tomorrow.

Even though I shed a tear on my way home, I actually do like the job. I just need to get the swing of things. The underground employment area is HUGE and confusing. And I lost my car because in the parking garage there are apparently two 4A sections. Wtf. I had to get a security guard to walk around the levels to find it. lol But I can definetly tell that when I actually know majority of stuff at my job, I’m REALLY going to enjoy it. I like the fast-pace, fast-turnover traffic. I like how there are a lot of workers on the floor constantly juggling between people. I like showing people to their table like Vanna fucking White. It’s really cool. Just a lot to know and multitasking like I’ve never multitasked before.

I laugh about days like these. Even if you know you’re going to eventually rock the shit out a job/class/whatever, you have to go through the “first day” shit. My life is funny like that.

My feet are dead.
Four more hours.

orientation is ova, now it’s my first day of work.

funisawful:

Wait for your cue cause my scene it aint over, I torch up your house while your kids are at home. What can you do when you’re not getting sober. It’s hard to admit but you’re always feeling, you’re always feeling alone.