Stupid Panera Bread. . .making my first day of work miserable.
It was just so busy and I hate working around food in general. I had to take care of the dining room, which meant picking up dirty dishes, wiping tables, etc. It wasn't that bad, it was just. . .uncomfortable. I felt kind of lost. And sick. And unhappy. I wish I worked in an office. Or even in retail. Andy and my mom said to give it a week, and see if it doesn't get easier. Andy even thinks that I should look for another job if I still hate it after a week. I don't know about that. I may never like working around people's half-eaten salads, but I don't think it's good form to leave a job so soon. If I hate it to the point that I can't stand it, I'll stay until after Christmas sometime. If I hate it a little and they keep working me four days in a row, I'll probably stay until April. And if it actually does get better and I don't mind it, I'll work until I move away for college.
Plus, though I'm off tomorrow, I work four days in a row after that. I stay until close on three of those days. Apparently people have been saying that I'll be a good worker. OH HELL.