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Nothing like reading about major upheavals in friends' lives to make you re-examine yours. I'm not pregnant, unemployed, or newly single...my life is actually pretty steady, if unexciting and toeing the line of soul-killingly dull. Yay?

Today was...up and down. Newest coworker is a puppy. He follows us around and yips and doesn't want to take things seriously and uggggh. On the other side, he's a good kid. Wants to learn, wants to help...just doesn't ever react seriously to being told to do something, or how to do something.

And when I say that he's a good kid, I mean that...the kid part especially. He's eighteen. I have never felt so old in my life. I know my parents, relatives, and "older" friends are all rolling their eyes at my right now, but G'AH. I haven't seen that much energy since my junior year of high school, and I really hope it wasn't as annoying to anyone then as his is to me now. It's just...the lack of maturity--real maturity, not just no-more-telling-fart-jokes maturity, because come on, farts are funny--is startling and impossible to avoid.

Throw in the next-youngest partner, who is 19, and have her trying to teach him things, when she takes crap from No One and he's Mr. Snarky Pants and they're both working drive-thru and aaaaaaa IS IT TIME FOR MY BREAK YET.

But anyway. Good kid. Just...hard to take for 6 1/2 hours.

Oh, and he's from a right-wing, Republican, Christian, home-schooling, seven-kids-parents-still-together "nuclear" family. He thinks "hippie" is a dirty word, and I haven't even mentioned the bisexual Pagan part yet. FUNTIMES.

The day was pretty busy. This is good and bad. Good because we did pretty well on tips, and the day went pretty quickly, and I like it when it's busy and there's a line of drinks on the bar and I'm just knockin' 'em down and kickin' butt. Bad because it was exhausting. Also, I didn't get my first ten minute break for three hours, my lunch for 6 hours, or my last ten...ever (for the record, the first ten is supposed to be around two hours in, your lunch fourish hours in, last ten two hours or so after that). BJ and Sameh have this happen to them all the time, because they work at stores that are far and away busier than mine, but it was still exhausting. And boy was I starving by the time lunch rolled around.

Tomorrow is hit-or-miss, first Saturday since school came back on with no home game, so we'll see how busy it is or isn't. Sunday is my day off, and I am counting the minutes.

Next week is basically the same as this week, working pre-closing shifts all week. I have Thursday and Friday off, so I'll have a "weekend," which is nice, even if I'm hoping someone will switch me so I can have Wednesday off at the same time as Ryan...

...that's a long sentence, and I think it's time to stop typing now. Until tomorrow!