Ok I know its really short and kind of boring at the moment, but I promise that will all change soon. I just have to get introductions and set the scene and stuff first before it can get good. :)
Dearest Diary,
Day two of summer was a complete success. Surprisingly enough the day went my way and I guess you could nearly say I had fun? Strange me having fun during summer in this hell hole, but anyway forget about the negative and more about the positive. I got the job yay, I'm so happy I actually I have something interesting to do now from Tuesday until Saturday, nine until four, and oh my god this place is just so perfect for me.
It's the perfect music store, its more punk, rock, indie, alternative music that is sold there and that is exactly my kind of music. They sell the most amazing guitars there and have wide variety of simply amazing instruments like ukulele's, keyboards, drums and so on. I actually feel so welcome at home there too, which is weird because honestly I don't feel at home anywhere in this town, not even in my own house sometimes, but this shop wow. I walk in and I'm so at ease, maybe its just the fact that Green Day are belting their songs out the speakers or maybe it's the just the smell of the shop. Its hard to explain but I walk in there and I get this smell that is just so familiar but I cant seem to put a name on it, the closest thing I can relate it to is freshly mown grass but even that is a poor example.
The place is so cosy too for a shop, its not all organised and proper looking, there's a few couches just placed in the room where you can sit back and have a go on the guitars or any of the instruments, or you can just simply sit their and listen to music. The only thing that is close to being organised are the millions of cds and music books. I'm not joking when I say millions there are actually shelves up to the ceiling filled with cds and books. The place is just amazing.
I love my boss too; he is so chilled out and down to earth. I can see us getting along great, I mean like he's in his mid twenties and is seriously just so genuinely nice. He sort of reminds me of Billie Joe Armstrong from Green Day looks wise. He's got the same shaggy black hair and piercing blue eyes, and he's kinda of the same build as well. So all in all he is a pretty good looking guy, seeing as I consider Bille Joe a sex god!
Wow I could really ramble on about this place and my boss forever, but what I loved the most about of all of this is the minute I walked in that shop door Chris (my new boss) told me I was hired no interview no nothing just said I had the job, I thought maybe he was that desperate for the employment that he just gave the job to the first person asking for it, but after seeing my doubtful expression he just explained to me that he knew by the look of me that I was perfect for the job.
Which in a way I can understand, I mean like I did plan my outfit exactly so he could see my style and attitude through my clothing and hey it worked. I walked in there wearing black skinny jeans, a red fitted band tee and my gorgeous grey and black converse. I had my jet black hair with the ends dyed dark blue tied up in a messy ponytail, and my make up bit of smoky grey eyeshadow, but not too much and some eyeliner. So ya I can see where he was coming from.
I cant wait for work to tomorrow, Chris said that I can also practice my guitar anytime I want during the day and that if I want him to help me with anything just simply ask him, How a super cool guy like him ended up in this town is beyond me, but I'm just happy he decided to set up his shop here because at least now I have one person I can relate to.
Unfortunately the remainder of my day after I left the shop wasn't all that interesting, well honestly how can it be when I have nothing to do and no one to enjoy it, but that's all going to change tomorrow hopefully.
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