For all 18 years of my life (or at least the vast majority of them) my job has been schoolwork. At this stage, I find myself in a limbo between high school and college, and with no school to give me purpose, I have a job. For the first time. Ever.

I didn't expect it to be AWESOME. I didn't even expect to like it. I just didn't want to hate it. I must say I experience both feelings towards it.

Sears Essentials. Rarely ever sells anything essential. Except milk. But it's probably expired, so don't buy it.

I had to take expired medicine off the shelves. the Pepto Bismol had completely separated. Mmmm.

Retail.

It's magical that anything ever gets done in that place. A lot of people walk around and take up oxygen and make it look like they actually do something to get their paycheck. A few people do things. I'm just taking up oxygen.

Thank God I'm going to college. The entry-level jobs chew me up and spit me out begging for seconds. I admire those that can do things like this, maintain their sanity and then eventually climb the ranks.

Magical, my friends.

Corporate forces the printers to spit out some papers with orders and euphemisms and then managers tell people like me to interpret them how I want and do it. Companies must teeter on the brink of collapsing from no work ever getting done. I just don't understand.

Oh. Also glad I'm not majoring in business. Clearly not my thing.