chrischick

11-hour workday. Pretty hardcore, huh?
Not really. It went by really quickly.
In some bizarre way, it was kinda fun.

I'm really excited about this job. It's crazy, to work for a company that gives you the feeling that they actually give a shit about the employees.

Oh, and did I mention that the clothes are BITCHIN'? I was drooling everytime I opened a box.

All of my coworkers are really cool...which I can say with certainty, since I've been training 40 hours a week with those guys. My managers all are fucking rad as hell. I'm REALLY happy.

And I saw our uniforms. White short sleeve button down shirts, black fitted blazers and black pants. I'm totally gonna make my hair all rock n roll, and have some crazy eye makeup on, with some cool necklaces and definitely my studded cuff. They even told us to personalize our uniforms. That's so fucking cool.

Hmm, there's a lot of things going on but I have to go to sleep for another long day. I'm tired but not unhappy...like, of course I'm exhausted, but in a good way. Like the tired when you get home from the beach.

I hope kaleigh finds her dogs. That broke my heart when I read Pippi's post about it. It makes me want to get my poodle and cuddle with her, but unfortunately my parents are hogging her. Punk asses.