Target Chick

Another task has been done. One major thing I needed to do in moving up here was getting a job, and I think I have one secured for me. Today I ventured over to Target and filled out an application on this computer that took super long. It was also super annoying…and a super bit dumb. (Super eh?) It took around a half hour to do, and that was annoying enough, but then at the end of it, it asked you 60 questions about yourself. The questions consisted of asking how positive you were and things like that. One question asked, “How do you feel about your life right now? Great, Okay, Can’t Cope.” Hmm, now let me think about how I should answer that, I mean…who would answer can’t cope?! They were all just the kind of questions where you wouldn’t always answer truthfully, but instead you’d pick the answer that you knew they’d want to hear. So then I had a couple interviews and it sounds like I’ll be getting the job. The only thing I need to do is pass the drug test, and I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to do that. (Hopefully all the pot fumes floating through this house don’t alter my results!)
So, I’ll be a Target Cashier girl. It’s a job I’d never thought I’d have, and never really cared to have. I get nervous around people and if I screw something up, I know I’ll get all embarrassed and red in the face and such. But oh well, I need the money. I’ll embarrass myself for a little cool cash. Oh and hey, I get a 10% discount. Yeah, eat it!