my brain-stereo has "vale decem" on repeat

Maybe the whole "hating my job" thing is a phase I'm going through. Since I've only worked there for five days. On the other hand, I never really resented my job back home as much as this one. It would be hard to explain in an interview why I left--"Yeah, well, it was tiny, and slow, and there wasn't enough for me to do in the five-eight hours I was given everyday."

On the plus plus plus side, I just turned a trip up home for a dentist appointment into a compacted getaway. My mother's picking me up tomorrow afternoon, and not dropping me back off until Thursday afternoon, before my shift starts at five. Oh happy days! I may get to dance!

This existence is getting smaller by the day. This is not the summer I wanted. But it'll have to do for now.