So today was my first day working at Flander's Fish House.
And my last. ,_____, I had the worst anxiety attack ever. I just couldn't take it.
I had to kill clams. Rip the little legs off of 457 shrimp.(I count when I'm nervous) And cut 17bags of bloody boney chicken.
I don't know why I couldn't take it. After about 7hours I lost it. Got really sick and whatnot.
And to top it all off the guy that was "training" me didn't speak English.
So they made me go home early, told me it's just fine, and not to come back.
So I came home, broke down, and now I'm ******** sick and dehydrated.
This guy Matt that worked the sales counter gave me a shirt as a "Goodbye, thanks for trying, Happy Birthday" gift, though. That was really sweet. :3
But I guess this means I'll be working more shifts at the liquor store. neutral
I'm getting into House M.D. a little too much. ): Which worries me, but I can't concentrate on anything else right now. My mind is killing me. ,_,
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