Somehow I've survived Katsucon... and my feet still hurt...
Why am I working there? I don't fit in with my coworkers. I feel like such a burden on everyone.
Maybe getting the snacks that I got today will help me to feel less like I'm just leeching off of them, or something... No, I delusional... Gotta be...
I don't think I'm cut out for this line of work... I feel like I'm in the way of everyone else...
I'll wait it out until April (if I can). That way if I can't do it after all, then I'll at least have the backup job at Sheetz. The guy that owns it (Kevin) still wants to hire me.