How to make a sarah

Ingredients: 3 parts competetiveness 5 parts silliness 5 parts beauty

Method: Stir together in a glass tumbler with a salted rim. Add a little cocktail umbrella and a dash of lustfulness

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Personality cocktail
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Not so oriented.
I suppose i could be called dis-oriented. Which would be funny, if i felt like laughing at all.

Instead, I'm going to work at my old job. The one i love. Because I was told that i needed to find a job. When i did find that job, i was told it wasn't good enough and i needed a new job. Not just any job, though, the one of their chosing.

So, yes. There will be no Old Navy.
There will only be Focus.

No, I don't want to talk about it.

"Orientation"
So I had my Old Navy orientation today (I got the job, by the way. yay seasonal summer staff...). It was three hours of doing very little. Sitting, actually, and listening to people talk. About stuff. Simple stuff. Like what you do when a customer enters the store. Do you tell them to go shove off? No! Do you tell them you don't need their business? No! Why, then, what do you say?

You smile and say hi! Is there anything i can help you with?

Sometimes you have to wonder.

The only other people there was a girl i graduated with named Rachel, and some guy named Enrique, who looked like he belonged at Old Navy.

While I'm overjoyed for the work, I'm saddened at the fact that i must now sell my soul (and "graphic tees") to look like everybody else.

Shockingly, there are very few blondes working at old navy, it seems.

I'm still moderately sick, but getting better. The cough is holding on, but that's the way it goes with summer colds. Yesterday my father came home and we went out...and i died on the couch when i got home.

I've got nothing more to say.