I'm pretty damned drunk.
Starbucks rang me up this morning and asked me if I still wanted to work for them. Heh. I was all 'Sure, why not, it's not like I'm doing anything else important'. That's a total fucking lie. I tried to not shout 'YES!' I tried to not sound desperate. I have two days of paid training starting Tuesday morning at nine. If you're in Carlton on Tuesday or Wednesday I'll be in the Lygon Street Starbucks. Seriously, I don't get why they'd even bother putting one on Lygon Street, but oh well.
Then it's off to who knows where for who knows what hours. I'm honestly pretty excited.
Oh yeah, after I got that call I decided to ring up the bank to see how much I'd been paid. I totally underestimated how much I'd have. I thought I'd be getting around $700 take home pay. I had sixteen hundred dollars in the bank. I bought about $100 of manchester and paid cat all the bills I owe him. I'm glad I didn't totally fucken destroy myself for nothing.