Work It Out

This is EXACTLY how I feel. But, lemons can't be lemonade, without someone squeezing the juice.

I'm sorry, but I can't help but be dorky and obscenely lame sometimes. Please spare me the cruelty. So anyway, my mum kinda forced me to get a job after my driving school days float away. And I did. Why can't we get money with just a snap of the fingers? Because life just doesn't roll that way, honey. That's what the voice in my head occasionally says to me if I'm thinking of the unreal and the ridiculous. Money just doesn't grow on trees. Only, they should. What, people can invent iPads and stuff but no one can think of a way to grow MONEY? What is this world we live in??!! Sorry, I'm blabbering again, am I? Okay, where were we? Oh yeah. So, the job. I applied today with Bazilah and was interviewed on the same day. And I got in.

The job : cashier.

I know what you're thinking.

Actually I don't, but I just think I do. Okay, now I'm confused. God, I'm such a Britney these days, you have no idea how intellectually crippled I am. I HAVE to get my mojo back. Even though I'm not really sure I have one. I'm reading a book later. Moving on, this part-time job pays RM5 an hour, which, if you ask me, is pretty darn awesome. The catch : working hours aren't fixed, so sometimes we have to work like, 12 hours a day cos all the full-time employees go back home at 6 pm. And people usually comes AFTER 6 pm.

This isn't logical at all.
Well, I start work tomorrow at 10 am.
Training for 3 days, then opening my own counter.

I'm so dead.