being a working woman...haha.

Being a working woman is hard. Haha, I called myself a woman. I've worked 8 days without paycheck. It feels like I'm doing charity work almost. I don't mind it necessarily but I'm running out of bus $$. My legs feel old like I have freaking arthritis or something. I never realized how tiring standing all day can be. I did marching band, and I don't remember it hurting this bad. There are some loud african american people next to me on the computer. I wonder if they realize this is a library?... apparently not. Today I fucked up at work big time- this woman had a total of 219.00 and gave me 119 and I was in a hurry to help other guests so I just trusted that this woman gave me the right money- and she didn't. Of course, I didn't realize this until after she was long gone but apparently she got a good deal off a newbie. I *still* haven't heard from Dawn or Sam and I think they are plotting an evil plan to kill me. Ok, so not really, but I miss them and wonder if they're actually still interested in being my friend- this is how I get paranoid. It sucks to have to get up at 6:45 every morning. It's nice that I have Christmas off but I probably won't be spending it with my family seeing as how the settlement is on the 23rd and there isn't really $$ for Christmas. It doesn't quite bother me, by now I just figure I'll buy myself my own X-mas presents with my work money(from what Way Station doesn't take) . They keep telling me that if I don't do this and that I won't get my SSI- well, why the FUCK would I want that so bad? It's not like I get anything from it- I get 20$ a month from it- yes, money is money but I feel like sticking it to the man! haha. there is no man. I have Billy Idol stuck in my head for christ's sake. Sam or Dawn, if you read this you must contact me!!!!!! I <3 you both and miss you mucho. Sam is MIA- I haven't talked to her since I was IP, which is over a month now. Well, I must go, time to read some. <3,


-Mollie