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It's kind of pathetic when you get turned down for a job working fast food.
Honey, I'm only a temp, no glory there. So now I'll be keeping evening hours on the board as opposed to being here every six or seven minutes. I start tomorrow, which is scary. I freaked out, went to walmart, bought makeup, a hairbrush, a hairdryer, a coffee maker, (though I forgot to buy coffee or filters), hair clips, a couple hair combs, as well as various and sundry skin treatments so I can stop looking like a fifteen year old. I'm nervous. My first assignment starts tomorrow, and I'm babbling, and apparently I know how to use Excell, but I've never seen it before, so I don't really know how that works.
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