You are so totally like my mother. I swear. Full of questions. I'm new, and the new schedule isn't up for anything after next saturday anyways. I've only worked five days. Three eight hour days, one five hour and one seven hour. I don't really feel like a job in fashion is something I enjoy. I mean, people are nice and all, but...I really don't feel like I fit in. You know? It's complicated... Not to mention yes, my feet do fucking hurt, and it's enough to make me cry and curl up in bed in need of painkillers. It's like walking on needles, I swear. Besides, if I can get something closer to home, I'm going to take it.