Ridiculous.

So today, in a panic over my current financial state, I decided that it was time for me to get off my ass and get a job. Off I go, ten freshly printed copies of my resume under my arm, in search for employment. What I didn't factor in was the fact that I'm terrified of the kinds of places I want to work in. I would really like something that might make over minimum wage, ie-waitress. Of course, having never worked in a restaurant before, I'm horribly intimidated by the whole thing. So I spent a good hour wandering around the neighborhood coming up with increasingly more creative reasons for why I shouldn't apply to every store I walk by.

In the end I took my balls in hand and dropped a few off. The result?

Well I have what sounds like a trial shift at a bar wednesday night and what sounds like a hostess job. In both cases the owner was very abrupt and vague, not to mention heavily accented making me paranoid that I was constantly misunderstanding them. I'm terrified of both my potential employers. I'm terrified of this trial shift at the bar. I've never worked a bar before! What if I'm hopelessly lost? And hostessing... ok, there seems to be very little that can go wrong with that one... but I don't want to be bored either! Basically, I'm having a right freak out at the moment for no reason at all. GAHHHHHHH.