So ya..

I got into the McMaster Studio Art Program.
I got my letter yesterday. And because they only accept 25 people of all who apply (i think they said over 500 people came for interviews), they actually send out a custom letter to each person T__T

I SERIOUSLY thought i wasn't going to get in!!! He pretty much told me in the interview that they were only accepting people at this point with exceptional talent, and i cant lie to myself, i REALLY dont have exceptional talent. *sigh*

Im so issued right now. I feel so fucking guilty, like i took the oportunity away from someone else. I HATE myself for wanting this so bad that i thought i would die if i didn't get accepted. and now i don't even fucking want it.

MY LIFE IS A POOL OF EMBARASSMENT AND IRONY i like to say.



As for work, its going pretty well. Its taking a lot out of me. My job as a cashier is not just that. This is a really prestigious expensive grocer and not gonna lie, the majority of customers are filthy rich snobs. We have low staff though so cashiers are responsible for taking out the garbage, doing all the work of a buggyboy (aka moving the shopping carts and baskets), sweeping, mopping, washing surfaces, arranging new grocery merchandise, etc... etc...
Its a lot of work so its taking a lot out of me. I've been taking unvoluntary naps around my house in the worst most uncomfortable positions ever xD

the customers are generally nice. I've grown to despise the women more than the men. They are all so suspicious that im secretly memorizing their pin number when they buy something on debit FOR 2 DOLLARS, and their 10-inch long manicured nails, huge ass hairdos and botoxed faces will never cease to scare the pants off me.

But all in all, its better than i thought. EXCEPT TODAY LOL.

I saw this guy pull up in his like $500,000 Black Jag with a fucking personal assistant to handle the shopping cart for him. NO LIES. He ends up only buying 2 apple danishes. We just got danishes at zarkys. (this is important xD )

I have this massive line of customers waiting for me to help them and he steps in front, without lining up and insists that i leave my counter and go ask someone in the BAKERY for him so he can get a price check. I go because "the customer is always right BLAH BLAH BLAH" and they say its $1.49 for two. So thats what i charge.

WHAT I DIDN'T KNOW was that since they JUST came out today, we are not supposed to put gst or pst on it..or something like that. He rings though, leaves, and everything is fine again. BUT NO. 30 minutes later, i see him pull up again in his black jaguar, and he comes in looking absolutely harrassed. he targets me out, and brings his receipt to me DEMANDING FOR HIS 7 CENTS BACK.

SEVEN

FUCKING

CENTS

when he CLEARLY is filthy rich and just wasted all that gas driving back up here. i hate to say it BUT WHAT A FUCKING RETARDED MANCHILD. god, i was ready to snap his neck in half.

So to do a return you need the store manager, so i have to fucking page him down, make all the customers wait AGAIN, and do a whole 15 proccess of a return FOR 7 FUCKING CENTS. when the manager comes down, the man acts all nice and says "oh, i didn't want to cause any trouble. I hope this is alright"

ALRIGHT MY FUCKING ASS.

hahahah oh dear, i sound like ramsay. OHKAY NOW. My rant is over, and im happy again, but if i ever see that JERKAY enter the store again....



I NEED TO GET MY TATTOO THIS SUMMER PEOPLE!! GIVE ME IDEAS! I STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT I WANT!