...sort of. =P I just had my last day of school today. It... wasn't exactly great. I had two finals, and I did terrible on both. I was completely exhausted by the end, but I had training for my new job. Yup, I finally managed to get a job. I'm a sales person for Cutco. They sell really awesome knives and stuff like that. Anyway... training was 6 hours.... ugh... it wasn't terrible, that that had to be the longest 6 hours ever... The only bad part, really, was we had to sit on those really uncomfortable metal fold-out chairs the whole time. Uuuuuuugh... my butt and back are so sore... and I have another 6 hours tomorrow and Saturday. Garg... So tired... Oh yeah... I have a summer class this year, too.... yippeee...

So, fun thing happed to me just yesterday. First of all, let me tell you, I was actually really excited about the fact that I'd finally gotten a job. I guess I don't love that I have to talk to people in their homes, and call them and such, but as long as I'm making a lot of money, which I probably will be, it doesn't matter that much. When I told my parents about it, far from being excited with me and being happy that I found a JOB, they just had to make me feel like crap because it's not the type of job they want me to have. They want me working in some freaking department store or some crap like that, making less than half of what I'm going to be making at this job. I really hate my parents sometimes. No matter what I do, it never seems to be good enough for them. They want me to get a job, they're disappointed I can't find one and think I'm not trying hard enough. I get a freaking job, they're disappointed I'm not working in a effing department store. ::mutters swear words:: So, needless to say, I wasn't feeling too great last night, even though my bf was ther with me... he helped me feel better, though. Siiiigh... Sorry to rant peoples. Parents just drive me crazy sometimes... I'm done now...

And of course... cute kitty picture comes to lighten the mood.