"The oldest trade in the world"
You'll have to excuse me, I cant be sunshine and puppies all over you.
See, the company isnt new to me, nor are the things Im doing here.
Its the bending over and taking it in the ass charging per hour.
Ouch.
Im not happy here, not even close, miserable. Ouch. But, as these stories usually end, the pay's too good to give up. I was rather excited at first; doing something Im good at, learning new things, hanging out friendlier people, more pay.
Too good to be true? No shit, Sherlock.
After doing exactly what Im told to, I am now being flamed and declared incompetent on a daily basis. By basis I mean three times a day or so. Of course, this is not true. I am very competent. This is something personal. Like some sort of vendetta, high school style, combined with oldfashioned Blame The Newbie (again, which Im technically not).

My body was not dealing well with the cold, my skin sorta freaked out on me. I got rashes from the cold, rashes from the change of temperature when I got inside, echsema acted up (that, however, might be my bad), so legs and back are pretty much itching. All the time. Doesnt show as much as it should, but does make you irritable to say the least. Constant discomfort, and there's nothing I can do about it.

Im starting Uni at 19th. Im very anxious to find anything wrong with the application, or anything else that can keep my outside that school.
Also, silly as it may be, I wanna dress/look the part. I want to go there the first day and look all artsy-studenty-cute. This, of course, has nothing to do with my performance as a student. No, its the usual january-no money-blues. Ill be fine.
Ill be a fine, skanky prostitute.