hate my job. hate hate hate. jumping up and down putting my tongue out and thumbing my ears at customers hate. I hate it that people keep coming round to complain about Alison, but when I want to know why their reasons are very vague... that she's sitting down, that she's reading a book. What exactly would they like her to be doing? I think what offends them the most is that she's overweight. They actually feel comfortable saying, "That fat girl", to which I am not sure how to reply. Apparently she merits no consideration. No-one has told me that she's dishonest, or rude, or unkempt, just that they think she's "lazy". To be frank, it's a damn boring job, as I think I've mentioned. I keep my sanity some days with difficulty. If I was tall enough to sit down and still be able to reach the machine and the cash drawer, I probably would.

I'm studying in earnest now. First final on Tuesday next week...

I was supposed to have a day off today, but Alison who works for me's mom had a stroke last weekend, and needed to go for tests in the hospital today. So I agreed to work so Alison could accompany her, because I know how much it sucks to go for tests in the hospital all by yourself. Also, strangely enough, with the fact that the mall's air-conditioned, I get a lot more studying done there in the cool without kids and dogs than I do here. Apart from the interruptions from customers, of course.