Yesterday I had my first experience with gaining money, after such a long period of suffering with no job. It was only a one night deal and I gained something, both experience and dinero.

It consisted only of doing the inventory for one of the major stores, so it was only a one night thing, but I got payed after a lot of suffering so I’ pretty happy right now. I only managed to do the inventory for 2 pallets of merchandise which from my mom’s point of view, who did 10, I was seriously lacking, but hey! I got the most idiotic ones possible, the baking powder and powdered pudding sections.

I contemplated killing myself a few times. Just going through all those packets drove me insane, but at least it was interesting and cool. Made a few new friends, saw a cousin who I didn’t see in two years and drama, oh the drama. I actually lost my badge at one point and I went mental with fright. I asked one of the girls there if it was a problem and she said with the gravest tone ever that yes, it might even be possible for them to kick me out and not give me my pay, but then she said it was only a joke and there was no problem so phew.

But then I just realized this morning when I woke up, slept only 4 hours and dreamt only of those pallets and doing inventory which was interesting, that I lost the 5 bucks (my money transformed in dollars) that my dad gave me for home transportation and even though I gained 25, I’m still pissed. You win some, you lose some, but still!

Maybe I’ll find it – yeah right, wishful thinking that is – but for now I’m a little content and pissed, but it was great (no matter the muscle pains and scrapes). Anyway that was how my night went so far and it was a new type of experience. I’m happy I did it really. When you get the chance to do something like this cause no matter the pains and emotional dilemma, it’s an interesting and new experience. I’ll stop here so ciao!