Hmm. Another late post!

It seems I am quickly developing a habit of posting the next day (which still feels like yesterday) about the day that I'm still in.

Wait, what did I just say?

Good news of the day:
1. Finished a hat!
2. Made money (via babysitting)
3. Got wonderful gift idea for friend.
4. Bought new DPNs (size 3 and 8...) Also bought pretty new scissors to go in my little knitting bag.
5. Almost done placing 3rd newspaper (in record time. I spent 4 hours yesterday doing basically all I could to get it done asap. Finished two more pages today. Would like to point out that it is as 12 page newspaper that usually takes me two weeks (with edits) to put together and get out. Would also like to point out that I've done 9 pages in 2 days. Thank you, thank you. No pictures, please.
6. Remembered all of Las Posadas dances. (CELEBRATION.)

Okay. I have every intention of getting a hair cut tomorrow. A relatively nice one, please. I want to chop off like 3 or so inches, but make it stylish please. I haven't had my hair cut since july and it's driving me mad.

Below are pics of my hat (which is a gift I'm not sure I want to part with... it fits me a little small, but better than the Mushroom Flower hat. Which I still love. But I am learning. Albeit slowly.) and my beloved newspaper. (Which I am editor of. I don't believe I emphasize that enough.)

(Okay, it's an awful picture, but give me some credit. It's 1am.)

Quickly!

Okay, so.... quick recap of my day (because it's midnight and I need to go to bed)

1. 1st place in monologue competition!!!!!
2. Finished training at work... start on Saturday. My shift is 4pm-12:15Am
3. I just took the best shower of my entire life. I dunno. Very hot water made period cramps go away... it was wonderful.
4. I decided I am really an overachiever. I can practically predict a conversation between me and my friend who sits next to me in Physics:

Friend: Did you write your paper?
Me: Yeah, I did. Did you?
Friend: Yeah, but it's bare minimum (also, this could be "No. Fuck that".)
Me: Oh.
Friend: (suspicious) Stefanie, how long is your paper?
Me: 7 pages.
Friend: The minimum was 3! Why would you write 7?!

Yeah. I can see that happening.

Now I'm done. Night!!!

Job Day 2

Okay, so not much to report on the job front. I spent today doing register training (four hours of it). There was a girl who shared the computer with me and we suffered through it together. And you want to know what kills me the most?

We're not done yet.

We still have more register training to do tomorrow. Hopefully not as much, because by the end of it I just couldn't believe it whenever they had me do something again. It'll be useful when I'm working, I know, but right now it's tedious.

I want to get out there. There. See it? It's surround by golden light.

So (slightly) more interesting was the Shakespeare monologue competition that I was in. I do have to say, I rocked. I one of Lady Macbeth's monologues from Act I of That Scottish Play (-whispers- Macbeth... Sorry, theater heebie-jeebies) and I played the part really well. Naturally and creep-ily.

I rocked the world if I do say so, myself.

Day 1...

New job day 1.

(I HAVE A JOB. I WORK. !!!! )

Met my manager (she seems really sweet!) I figured out what department I'm working in (Better sportswear... right next to juniors, where I usually shop.) and I began my training, which basically meant sitting in front of a computer watching training things from disks. They were pretty fun (sometimes) but the first one (about diversity in the workplace) kind of felt like a children's game. It was a simulation of a meeting where people were talking about different experiences they had when being confronted by different situations regarding diversity, and to watch what one person's story was you had to click on them on the screen when they were outlined in green. And then at the end there was a quiz (and at the end a super-happy-peppy voice said "Wow, that's great! You really seem to understand diversity in the workplace!")

So after I was finished with the five CDs of training information, I poked my head into the HR office, said "I'm done!" and waltzed off into the store to do some real shopping.

Okay, so I spent way too much money, but I can wear all of it to work and I can wear all of it to school. I swear. Stop giving me that look.

Hey guess what

THE DAY DID GET BETTER.

I AM OFFICIALLY HIRED.

-BOW-

THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

I start training tomorrow.

Only downside: Entirely black dress code. Take a peek into my closet and look at all the black. (ie like two shirts)
Upside to the only downside: THIS CALLS FOR A SHOPPING SPREE. Oh, hey. I work at a department store. D'oh. Shopping spree WITH AN EMPLOYEE DISCOUNT.

Life is good at more than minimum wage.

www.THISDAYISAWESOME.com

This day can't possibly get better.

Awesome #1: I got a 109 on my English Chaucer exam. (She said that an A meant it was excellent!!!)
Awesome #2: My dance teacher wasn't here this morning, so we practiced and had a great time
Awesome#3: I get out of my G block class (which is all the way in the gym) to pass out Newspaper #2.
Awesome #4: I HAVE A JOB INTERVIEW TODAY AT MACY'S.

All of this equals to why I am so ecstatic right now. I kind of want to jump up and down and shout "HOORAY!!"

Post SAT mush

Kay. So I took the SAT this morning, and my brain is still mush about 4 hours post-test. If I shake my head can you hear my brain mush going all around my head? Maybe see it come out my nose?

Okay, so I keep inverting words and letters and it's not funny. And even there I just forgot to put a space in between words. Gack I'm going insane.

And I saw one of my friends at the SAT during a break. One of those friends who I'm not even sure are still my friend anymore... Why I even try with her. I went up to her and said "Hey!" and she was like "Hey Stef." and went back to talking with other people. And then when I put in my two cents to the conversation (God forbid. It's not like they were talking about something I didn't know about... They were talking about the test.) and said that it was my second time, she turned around and asked "Seriously? Only twice?"

Um... did someone tell me it was the norm to take that test five times and I not know it? Because that's not normal. That's suicidal.

Anyway, I'm probably reading into it. She's being cold and I'm (trying to be) nice to her. Maybe she'll pull the stick out of her ass and grow a conscience sometime.