This blog was supposed to be different.

This was supposed to be the "grown-up" blog. This was not supposed to be my whiny, emo, angst-ridden livejournal. Old habits die hard.

So, I started my new old job last night. I was spazzing for a brief period of time because I have literally forgotten everything I ever knew about working there. However, as the night went on, I began to pick up on all the minutiae I'd forgotten, and things got better, easier.

Today was another story. It's a busy time at the store. I was kicking ass the first few hours. I was even having a pretty good time working there. I can't say that I ever really had a good time working there during my first tour of duty there. And then the drama started. I was supposed to be Chris' no drama buddy, but drama seems to follow me wherever I go. Chris told me it wasn't my fault; I'm merely a victim of the drama.

Thus, without airing all of my dirty laundry for the entire internet to peruse, I have pretty much given the reason behind what will be my early departure from this employment venture. I really don't need the pittance they're paying me, and I certainly do not need the aggravation. I would say it was nice while it lasted, but the nice lasted less long than the actual job itself.