Kay, you know what...

I'm going to take Jeff up on his offer to apply at CD warehouse because HONEST TO GOD, the place I work now is the only place I can go and feel truly, very unwanted. I think I'm more of a liability then a help there, and I fucking hate having to call in to see if/when I'm working (not to mention its a royal pain in the ass to go there physically to check). Also, all the people I work with are giant bitches and I am 1) the only white anglophone (the other white woman is from Quebexico) and 2) the only person there who's under 30. As you can see, I'm not really enjoying that fact.

If I do get the job at CD warehouse, there won't be much holding me down where I am. Just one thing, actually, and the one thing that I could never ever escape: My cousin got me the job I'm at, and if I left, I'd feel like a traitor.

Someone kill me.