I’m officially employed at Danfords. It’s so wierd. Don’t get me wrong, i’m so happy, but there was just something in me that was like what the hell am i doing here.
And then it hit me, while i should have been listening to saftey procedures, i was really thinking about how much this signifies that im growing up. and i couldn;t shake it from my mind. I’m growing up, i only have one more year of highschool, i can drive, i’m going to be the oldest on the team next year. I need to dress classy, “punch in” on time, and i’m making money. I have co-workers. i have responsibility. I have to manage my time more. I need to set priorities.
On the bright side though, i’m really excited! My manager is supposed to call me tonight or tomorrow and discuss hours, and when i can start and when i have to come in for training. I’m also really excited cause there about 8 of us there, 4 hostess’, 3 bus boys, a waiter and a guy who is working in the marina. none of the hostess’s are over 18 and they guys couldn’t have been older then like 22 at the most. the only worry i have right now is organizing when i have to go in for training cause i was otld it might be this saturday, but i’m going to have to pass on that cause ill be up in Schenectady, or however you spell that towns name.
So yeah! summer job, check. what i have left..
1. PROUD OF YOUUUUUUUU :] 2. SAMI,...SAID I’D START AGAIN AFTER AP’S WERE OVER. THAT WOULD...