6:45 a.m.

Two more days until Christmas. Fun, I guess. Just that I know it’s going to go by superfast, maybe too fast for me to really enjoy it. I guess I’ll have to wait and see. Got work in like 15 minutes. Kinda scared because I’m working with the older ladies and I don’t know how that’s going to go. Gotta look good because they have before talked about how bad us weekend girls are, that we never get anything done, etc. etc. Plus, I’m working until 2, which makes it a very long day. It’s either work or go in with my dad to his work for a Santa thing, for little kids. It seems that he forgets how old I am and that I don’t really believe in that whole thing as much as my little sister. Like in the summer, his work was having like a picnic sort of thing at the zoo. I didn’t want to go because well, I was simply too old to go. My mom insisted, saying I would hurt my dad’s feelings, so I forced into going. It’s not fair because the other two don’t get ask and makes me feel like one of the younger kids. It sucks being the middle child. Anywho, I gotta just wake up, do good, which who knows if that ever happens. I always make at least one mistake everytime I work. I just feel like I’m going to be judged with everything I do. It sucks because I get just nervous and do make mistakes. Who knows what will happen next. Just wish me luck.