My manager that i worked with tonight is a funny one. her name is pam. she is 54 years old and shops at justice. she literally wears the clothes that she picks out for enthusiastic 8 year olds. the majority of our merchandise is either neon, has peace signs on it, or sports a monkey or other cute creature. pam sports these as well.
i worked with a new girl tonight, who i don't think likes me. actually she probably has no opinion of me whatsoever but i just don't think she does. not that i care. i'm in college.
i have to work again tomorrow. but there is a light at the end of the tunnel of darkness. i am leaving directly from work to go to LBI for the fireworks. cant wait.
then sunday i leave for a missions trip. aka sweat mania. gross food mania. bonding time with random people. hopefully i won't eat a lot and i'll sweat a lot because today as i was eating hummus (which is really impressive for me because i don't usually eat healthy) my mom told me that my face looked fuller. FML.
