Paint the future black.

Well, today was my first day at Bi-Lo. It wasn't too bad. I spent the first two & a half hours finishing up the orientation videos. Then I got to run a register. One of the other cashiers, Anthony, showed me how everything worked, and what to do in certain situations. I got the hang of it pretty quickly, but it was really busy when I started, so Anthony did most of the work. It finally started to slow down, so then I got to work with a girl named Brittany. She was nice...enough. I worked with her for a little bit, until this woman came through the line with like $200 worth of groceries. That was when I dropped the glass bottle of olive oil. Well, I didn't actually drop it - it fell off the counter. But it was my fault. It was....pretty bad. But Jim wasn't mad or anything. Everybody who saw it just said, "Oh that happens all the time." So after that ordeal was over, Jim said I could take a 15-minute break. After that, he told me to do the "go-backs" - where you take a buggy full of items that were left at registers and put them back on the right shelves. I did that for the last hour & a half that I was there. I didn't mind it too much, but after a while, my legs really started hurting. So by 8:00, I was pretty much ready to just go home. And at 8:15, Jim said I could leave.

My mom called as I was leaving Bi-Lo. She asked me if I planned to do anything with John tonight, and then she told me he was at my house. I felt so relieved when she said that. I figured he would've been at home or at Naia's or something, and that I wouldn't have been able to get in touch with him. But no, he was there, at my house, waiting on me to get home. That was just the coolest feeling in the world. I was all tired and everything, then that cheered me right up. But really, it was such a relief.

I really wish he and I could've spent more time together tonight. But we're both tired. And he didn't sleep at all last night. This weekend turned out to be very short. I hate that. I mean, in all honesty, this weekend was boring. And tiring. I hope next weekend is better. Really.

And the worst part? Tomorrow's a B-day. That means school until 3:15. John's lucky - he gets out at 10:45 and he can go home and take a nap. He doesn't even have to work tomorrow. And I'm not looking forward to tomorrow because after school, I'm going to the library with Kayla to work on that brochure project for Teacher Cadets. I don't mind doing the work, it's just that Kayla's not my favorite person. She tends to just use people. Hopefully we won't stay at the library very long.

I wish tomorrow was an A-day, because then, John could come over and we could be lazy all day. We could get some much needed rest. But no, Tuesday's an A-day and John gets out of school at 12:15. Oh well. He'll probably come over anyway. I certainly hope so.

Ok, I'm going to quit typing now. My legs are killing me and I need to go to bed. For once, John went to bed before I did. I wish I could see him tomorrow.

Oh, crap. I have to do English homework. Oh well. I'll do it....later. Well, I guess I'll do it tomorrow since I'm guessing I won't get to do anything with John. But really, who cares about school? I'm starting to not care anymore. That can't be a good thing. And I seriously hope my parents stay off my back now that I have a job. Yeah, I'm just throwing that out there.

Anyway, I'm going to bed.