Workin' Woman

So, my first day of actual labor is this coming Thursday. I'm working 12 to 4. I really wish I had been working 9 to 5 so I could sing along with Dolly Parton in my head...

That was a lie. I don't actually want to work at 9 in the morning. I just really like that song.

Anyways! I'm trying to stay focused on the subject at hand. Work. Work. Work. Work. Cheese! NO! FOCUS, AMANDA!

I'm sort of nervous, but mostly excited. I mean, it will FINALLY be some work! I'll be getting paid, I'll get to be around new people, and I'll have a snazzy new uniform. Can anyone say "awesome sauce"?!

Gosh, I seem to immature in this post. I feel really stupid tonight. I think it's sort of like my body's natural defense against maturity. If I start growing up at all, I instantly have some weird stupidity rebound.

I have issues.

-Amanda