Job is not yet a tool of the devil

I don't completely hate the job. It's boring as hell, everything's manual, and I forgot how much the floors in there made my feet hurt, but I don't totally want to quit-- yet. It's $7.50 an hour and time and a half on Sundays and I only have to work every other week-end, which is cool. This means I have time to do homework, see my grandparents, and, hopefully, get up to see Dawn a couple times this winter. Anyhow, my "set" schedule is Tuesday nights, Thursdays days, alternating Saturdays, and one Sunday a month. I kind of wish that they offered direct deposit, but you can't win them all.

I need to get better shoes so badly, though. My feet hurt like crazy at the end of the day, which I kind of expected, but my knees where killing me, which is not good. So, yea, first couple of paycheques? I know where they're going: a couple more bras and new, comfy shoes.

I did nothing of any use today. I was technically going to clean or something when I got home, but I was sidetracked by more favourable option, most of which did not involve soap or dirty laundry. I'll do that shit tomorrow.

Trying to load a website, but the computer has alternately sucked and blown today. Sometime this week-end, I need to burn all the important stuff on my computer to CD-R and try and add some memory in. I'm hoping that works, because there's no way I can afford a new machine. Bah.

Score. I love this song: Joy Division - Love Will Tear Us Apart. I like the Swans cover better, but this will do.

I should go to bed soon. I have two tests tomorrow, one minor one in French and a major exam in AbPsych, plus papers from English Lit come back.. Yay, stress.