I quit the last one because there is no way I can stand for seven out of the eight hours they paid me for, be happy, and pretend to be interested in what crap I'm trying to sell you that you don't need. At least my boss was pretty cool, but there was no way that I would travel around all over the Tidewater area at his whim for different schedules that didn't even make sense.

The highlight of that job was that damn hipster kid. (omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg Ridiculously hotttttttt dude shamelessly flirting with me.) I ignored him hard out of the sake of my husband. Damn, dude, why did you have to be born with the X-Y chromosome. >:I I am WAY too old to be dealing with this middle school BULLLLLLLLshit of, "omg cant talk id just screw it up somehow and look dumb" while my face is red from blushing and a high from not being able to control my breathing. No fuck you guy you threw me off my game for the rest of the stupid shift.

Eh, it was nice while it lasted. (psst not really)

So, instead of having to get addicted to muscle-relaxing pain relievers from standing on my feet all day, I got another job at a consignment shop.
My main boss extremely impatient and works by trying to shame me into feeling bad about stuff that isn't up to her retardly high standard. (lol looks like she doesn't know me that well yet)
Her daughter and husband are pretty awesome though. I like how close it is and how eventually, if they will keep me on the payroll, that they'll want me to put their stuff up on eBay instead of dealing with people on a daily basis.

With this first paycheck, I got the The Ico & Shadow of the Colossus Collection and God of War: Origins Collection. heck yeah niggaz brb you won't be seeing me for a while.

ps if my language offends you then it sounds like you shouldn't have read them