My Sad Story

Tired of looking for a job, I went and checked in with the good people at Wal-Mart. Since it seems like all my current options are undesirable, I decided to go with the devil I know. I should start work by the middle of next week. I can't wait! At some point, I think I said that I actually enjoyed working at Wal-Mart. Well that was when I thought I was leaving... for good. I feel like the naive farm girl from the Midwest who's gone to Hollywood to pursue her dream of being an actress and ends up doing porn instead. Not that I had a specific dream in mind when I came here, but if I did, it wouldn't have included a "How may I help you?" smock and name badge. At least this time, instead of the shapeless, unflattering smock, I'll opt for the marginally sexier vest. I guess it will just be until September. Hopefully, I'll get into my course at NSCC and by some miracle, will really love it. As I left my interview today, the Wal-Mart personnel manager uttered that dreaded phrase: "You'll fit in in no time". If by that she means I'll start making poor lifestyle choices and develop an obsessive fondness for Michelina's frozen dinners, I sincerely hope she is wrong. I just narrowly escaped last time.