I keep fucking sneezing

In another sluuuump. I started my shitty MINIMUM WAGE mall job yesterday. Y'all... really... I haven't worked for minimum wage since high school. And it's only part time. I took it under the theory that 'Oh, well, you know, it's just for now, so I don't go completely broke before december rent is due.' But still. Fuck. And I hate how disorganized everything in the store is, they don't know where shit is, there are piles of things everywhere, and the store manager is rude to the customers. She's a BITCH, how the FUCK do you get to be a store manager if you're a complete fucking BITCH?

I just don't understand anything.

So, I'm waiting to hear back from HN, this personal assistant position, sugar, etc.

The PA interview was the weirdest interview experience I've ever had. But Jesus Christ I don't think I've EVER wanted a job as badly as I do this one. (I actually got to the point with the guy that I told him 'If I work another job answering phones for sad, boring people, I will shoot myself in the face.' But he seemed to appreciate that sentiment, and told me "[I] didn't want to be one of those people!" and then I was all like "I KNOW RIGHT?!?!" I'm still trying to decide if that was a bit much. Whatever.)

DEEP BREATHS, Y'ALL.

Emma sent me some books and for some reason they're all REALLY FUCKING SAD. So I got real emo and mopey and shitty feeling last night. But then Tate came over. He always says really nice things to me to make me feel better. The good part is he actually means them. Fancy that.

ANYWAY, calendar slave from 12-4. Then I'm off until Monday, which, even though I need the money, is pretty fucking fantastic since, with the exception of the NOLA excursion, I haven't had a weekend day off since April, much less the whole thing.

Tomorrow: camping out in Espresso News, applying to EVERY FUCKING FULL TIME JOB I'M THE LEAST BIT QUALIFIED FOR.

Now: shower, work. oh and my landlord would probably appreciate it if I paid him his money for rent.