
My first fucking paycheck, thank you very much.
note -- That's from about 16 hours since I didn't start until Tuesday.
I like my job. Minimum wage, 20 hours, 5 days a week in the heart of the city with a ton of interesting people to see and really nice coworkers, yeah... not too bad at all. And here's a real shocker: I really like making milk shakes. There's a man who always pays in half dollar coins, a man who only orders one or two chicken fingers... I love the guy with the Irish accent who always calls me love! I'm pretty slow with taking orders and making change, though... it really annoys me that my boss is calling me slow compared to the other cashier who has been working there for 4 years. But you know, whatever...
I love this song. This band is amazing. ♥
So on that note, Warped Tour was last weekend. Due to unforseen circumstances, me and my girls missed some of the bands we wanted to see the most... which for me, meant Damone. Luckily, as I walked in the door, there they were! "You look familiar..." "Uh, yeah! I followed the Bullets and Octane tour." ha. I adore them all... I got a chance to gush to Noelle about how much I suddenly adore this band. I'm going to have so much fun following them on tour... So my day was almost shot from that point on. I got to see one of my favorite vegan boys! Actually, I got to see a lot of nice vegan boys! I had no idea Colin was one of the PETA2 staffers on this tour, so that was definitely the best surprise of the day. And you know, I guess as long as no one is grumbling about heart tattoos or calling me 'bullets,' then I really like the Adair boys! Hanging out with them by the RV was incredibly awkward. If someone could explain to me what Patrick meant by saying "Sorry, I thought I was on a date" 500 times to me, I would appreciate it! It was a good day, missing bands, getting lost and all. Joey and Laura are great girls.
This week went by so quickly, and the end of the year always gets so crazy anyway. The day that I was looking forward to the most completely bombed. Pay days are fun. I guess buying a big, soft, squishy messanger bag makes up for being forgotten the day before. Having a full time job, being on the phone with my best friend for 5 hours when I'm not hanging out late after work, going to shows or taking trips on weekends or just sleeping all fucking day ... it's just a lot to be thrown into quickly and some days, I seriously don't even have time to cook dinner or shower. It's crazy, but it's good. It's been a good, fast-paced few weeks and I better get used to it because even after moving, my life will still be like this if not even more hectic.
A part of one of the best conversations I had this week went something like this...
"Just think, when I move to Chicago, you're going to be 21 and I'll be 23."
"Are we going to be like those 25 year old girls that get botox?"
"No, we're going to be the girls that go out to bars every night."
"Are we going to dance on tables?!"
"Sometimes."