Well, Thursday night I finally got a job. I went to visit Bobbie at Annie's Parlour, an ice-cream & hamburger joint almost next door to the apartment, & I talked to the manager & the guy who does the hiring, & they handed me an apron at 5:00 & told me to work until closing at 11:00. After that, it took an hour to close. And I absolutely HATED it. I've almost never felt worse in my life than I did after that night. I did make $6.50 in tips, though. But FUCK!
I went down there today to ask Bobbie (she works there too) what time she'd pick me up for volleyball & she gave me this big lecture about how I cut myself down too much & how it really bugs her.
