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First day went ok. Just some training. Of course that meant bad videos and a tour of the store. Yea, because I've never been to that store. And I have no idea what respect is. Oh well, I was able to turn my brain off for a while.

I was the oldest 'recruit.' It was a little awkward, but I know I didn't make any enemies. One chic is definitely going to be there temporarily. She kept mentioning her old job, and she hated that we paid for our shirts. Come on, it was mentioned in the first interview. I'll give her a couple of weeks. The other two seem like normal kids. Or teens. Or adults. Whichever.

But I know the manager is already keeping an eye on me. Not in, "Oh, he's about to steal something!" More like, "This guy knows what he's doing." I know about the difference between 1080i and 1080p. I know about the difference between regular digital cameras and digital SLRs. I know which mp3 players are overrated. And if you put a computer in front of me, I'll tell you why you need it. I'll be fine.

My first day is Tuesday. I go in for 6 hours. Wednesday is another 6 hours. Friday is 7 hours. Once I get through it, I know I'll be fine. Especially since I'm working during the hours that have the least amount of customers. No on is going to be there on a weekday before 3PM. So that leaves 6 hours that might be real busy. But that's just for this week.

It's a start, but I'm still looking for that real job. A career. I know I'll find one eventually. Or I'll build a product that sells. I don't know. For the longest time, I've had a feeling that I'll eventually do something great. Maybe it involves poker, or some really cool software. I could improve an algorithm by 5% and get a job anywhere I want afterwards. I don't know what it is that I'll do, but I'll do it.

I'll bet on poker.