Ah, the job. Since you all care so much. 'All' being nobody, and care being, well, who knows.. Yes, you're right, I'm babbling. First day was okay. Noone expected too much of me and all. But the second day was horrible. I caused a huge line at the checkout and this old lady who works there kept finding problems with whatever I did. In the end I ended up spending my 10 minute lunch break in the toilets crying, because I'm so hardcore emo like that. I don't know. So far I'll probably only work a day a week from now on anyway, when school starts, and I've made 50 bucks so far, but.. is it really worth the psychological pain? (Jesus, I'm such a drama queen) I mean, I know it will make me stronger and more confident EVENTUALLY but I'm not sure it's even worth it. Ugh. But then, I'm too scared to call Eddie and say I quit after two days work either, so I'm pretty screwed. Joy.