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I can't believe that a few months ago, I was searching desperately for a new job. I felt unappreciated, looked over, and unhappy. Now, I can't imagine working anywhere else. All it took was an attitude adjustment. The bookstore is really the best place for me to be. It works around my school schedule. I've taken charge of my work. I make sure that it's noticed, I make sure to communicate with my boss and my coworkers. And I love them so much! We have a lot of fun. I'm dreading pre school rush but I know it's going to be ok. I shared my concerns with my boss and he reassured me.

Annnndddd… Sammy's brother works with me now! I got him a job there! He applied at the last minute and all the departments were done hiring. But, I took his application to one of the managers, explained that he was upstairs if she wanted to interview him, and yeah! He had an interview and was hired hours later! We've been carpooling to work and it's so fun! I'm getting to know him really well and I love being able to answer his questions and show him around!

Matching Star Trek shirts 
Cookies we got to sample! It was like Voodoo donuts but with cookies! There was even one that had potato chips baked in.

My boss has family in Utah and went there over the weekend. I told him all these places to try, and then I got this text! It made me feel pretty cool! :)

I may not make the most or have a million hours, but I love my job. Right now may be the most stressful week of the world, but I'm reminding myself of the little things that make it fun!

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