I was feeling a little out of it this morning. I had stayed up all night, from eight to about twelve o’ clock in the morning, reading Wuthering Heights for the third time in my eighteen years. Not unpredictably, it had the same ending as the last few times I’ve read it, but that was fine by me. Evil incarnate doesn’t deserve a happy ending. None of that mattered. The problem was that my mom woke me up at 4 am (two hours after I’d gone to bed) to deal with my little brother. It was seriously an ‘I-almost-wish-I-drank-coffee’ moment.
Anyway, I was still kind of out of it when I got a call this morning from the lady who interviewed me at the Bakery, but guess what. I got the job
I’m starting tomorrow. I’m a little nervous, but I think I’ll be alright. I’m only a sales’ clerk, after all, nothing special.
Mom says that, as long as I chip in with the gas money, she’ll give me a ride to and from Gambino’s until I have enough money to get my own car. I’m really hyped. This is my first real job. I’m, like, so grown-up now. HA!