My feet make me want to literally die.
I hate working already.
(Kind of a lie; the job's fine in the sense that I am weirdly NOT freaked out about interacting with people, and once I ever actually need to work the register, I thinkthinkthink that will be.. less awful than I am building it up to be, but jesus fucking christ my FEET. that's the part I really hate.
..that and not being able to be lazy all day. cough.)
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I hate working already.
(Kind of a lie; the job's fine in the sense that I am weirdly NOT freaked out about interacting with people, and once I ever actually need to work the register, I thinkthinkthink that will be.. less awful than I am building it up to be, but jesus fucking christ my FEET. that's the part I really hate.
..that and not being able to be lazy all day. cough.)
This entry was originally posted at http://snoopypez.dreamwidth.org/759335.html -- comment here or there! :D
