So I've gotten a job. My mom bluffed and said, "we don't have enough money that a trip is feasible", so I called it and did, essentially, the antithesis of what she would have me do. However, that said, it's not much of a job. I mean, it is, because it's my employer's livelihood, but it isn't, because I'm a cashier at the convenience store downstairs. It seems pretty straightforward so far, except since I'm a walking ball of contagion, I wasn't doing masterfully well at my first go of things this evening for "training". Training, I might add, that I'm not getting paid my $7.00 an hour for. However, I mastered the till, and the intricate way that my boss has things priced by the end of the evening. All this leaves is the closing time, cashing-out ritual, which I will master on Wednesday, hopefully being in better health by this time.

As an employee of this fantastic store, I am also assuredly protected by the stick behind the counter, as well as the butcher knife beside the cash register. Things I thought only entertained on TV, are henceforth a reality.

"AAAAIEEEE!! From Russia with love, BITCH."

Being as ear-infections are going around like a bad trend, it is also not surprising that I have one. I keep waking up with nightmares that I'm going to lose my hearing, but it seems to be getting better via the various home remedies that I've been recieving/employing. If it gets any worse than it is however, I will probably go get it checked out.

I've been swamped with mounds of teacher-esque homework to do, and all I've been thinking lately is that all my problems with classroom management will be solved with this little deal. Eh? That's what I thought.

"Johnny, could you start paying attention?"

"No! I think you're a big crack--*WHAAA ZOOOPH*!"

WHAMMY!

Discipline that is absolutely bewildering is a-ok in my books. I'm counting on them being scared to death with how the thing looks, rather than the "amazing ball of air that will ruffle your co-worker's hair" result.  ¶ 8:21 PM