i wish i had a time machine.

i don't want to go back in time.
i don't want to go forward in time.
i just want it to stop.
and i want a fake id.

soooo.. i survived my first weekend as a working girl. i must say, it's not as bad as i thought.

ANECDOTE TIME:

preface to anecdote:
everyone knows i got fired from my first job at tropical smoothie cafe 3 days after being hired. no, i was NOT or AM NOT incompetent. the girl who hired me was the young, excited niece of the new owners. it was a new business and she hired 20 teenagers, which was a mistake. she ended up firing 11 of them, one of whom was me. besides the point, the third day i worked, the two girls i worked with thought they were the shit and tried making me look bad. for instance, they would make me make a random ass smoothie when no one was even in the restaurant. two seconds later, after they saw i had turned my back, in my peripheral view, i saw them take the smoothie to my manager and have her try it to see how crappy it was. dumb hoes. the last i saw one of them, she was working at target and i sure as hell gave her a dirty look.


anyway, from that day forward, i had a fear that girls would treat me like shit because they thought they were better than me. guys never treated me like that, but girls did. working at forever21 scared the shit out of me. little do they know that the only reason i have no work experience is because.. well, SORRRRRRY that they can't say they volunteered at the most prestigious hospital in the nation, maintained a 4.0 gpa throughout high school, and got pretty much a full ride to a fifty-thousand dollar school. those bitches are back at cerritos.

but surprisingly, i love forever21. it's hard work on my feet, but the girls are really sweet. except this one girl who was being sooooo shady to me. or as people in the bay say, "sheisty".

so i'm doing my thing in my zone. on the first two days, everyone is just supposed to organize the hangers but not put things back from the dressing rooms because they don't know where the hell anything goes yet. THISSSSS BITCH tries to talk down to me saying "next time..." and blah blah mothafucken blah. her friend asks me for the manager and i didn't know it was her friend, so i try directing her. that bitch once again chimes in and says "no. let her find the manager herself." so i'm like HELL NO i'm not gonna let this girl talk crap to me just because i'm new. so i say "umm.. i JUST applied. i know what it's like to want a job already." asian bitch pulls her friend aside, talks crap about me, walks back to our zone.

later on, this ghetto girl i work with asks me how i like it. she asks me "how is it going? do you like it? is anyone being mean to you?" so i told her... and she told my manager... that girl had MY BACK FOR SURE. my manager pulled me aside and told me not to worry because everyone should feel welcome working there. she was really sweet. my managers are tight.

anyway, all of a sudden... asian bitch tries being all nice to me. TOO FUCKING BAD I FOUND OUT SHE'S A JUNIOR IN HIGH SCHOOL.

aka, lesson learned for her: don't think you're hot shit. i'm 2 years older than her, and she tried to talk down to me. wow.





anywayyyy...

i've been working so much that i felt really nervous about my math quiz tomorrow. but then i prayed about it and got a tutor and now i think i'm okay. pretty much, ega, the accounting major from thailand, is my mothafucken hero. the end.