oh boy. yeah. one day of work in a retail shop, and it convinced me to go to grad school. i'm fairly upset that was i never made to work at hyvee as a 14 year old brat (which is exactly what i was - i have years of back-up diary/journal/note entries to prove it). this is a bitch. and my feet hurt. i found it silly that only one person was there to train/run the place. what was i supposed to do while she was taking care of people? stand around? good, because that's exactly what i did.

ps i get to move in to my new apartment on saturday. which will be great, because then i don't have to sneak out of bryan's house and sneak back into my own (even though everyone already knows). also, i won't have dreams about dead trees cold burning. the end.