Today was my third official day of work; Target. I do not mind being a cashier, it would be nice if there was someone to help me out a bit more often though. Yesterday I had tons of help, today mechanical problems were my main problem. I do not know what it is called but the machine that reads the people cards was not liking many of the customers cards. So then I got to type in all the information by hand. I will admit that it is good practice it will help me to learn, but all the info on their cards is tiny, and then I am staring at a screen for most of the day it seems, even though I have only worked for six hours with one fifteen minute break while standing on my feet for that whole period of time; it is a bit tiring. My typing write now is probably reflecting my mood, my writing I am assuming sucks and does not make sense. My head feels like it is in a haze. Which is kinda nice because no one thought is really pressing down on my mind which in turn reflects my mood. Then the one bus driver does not follow the bus schedule exactly, more than fifteen minutes earlier than he should be, I guess. Which than makes me wait for more than hour till the bus comes 'round again. I am going to go, I can think of more to write, but I might go to bed at twelve. Sleep sounds so nice now.......