Wedding Dress Fun

So this was about two weeks ago, but I figured I should write about it anyway. I went wedding dress shopping with my mom and my friend Sarah (my bridesmaid Lyndsey showed up later), and it was okay. I think I found the dress, but everything leading up to it was kinda funny.
Sarah and my mom tag teamed me, and they made me wear heels, which I've never worn before, and don't intend on wearing at the wedding. I'm planning on wearing white Chuck Taylor's. Then there was the debacle with the boustier, which I had to have help with buttoning up, which caused my mother to make fun of my undies. I don't think my mom has seen my undies since I was five, so this was a bit awkward. Trying on the dresses was fun, but trying to walk out of the dressing room normally was awk, because I looked like a drunk every time I walked out. But I think I found the dress, and its totally different from what I thought I would like. I'm going back in a week and a half to buy it. The dress really isn't the most important thing to me, and I haven't been dreaming of a dress since I was little. I just care about getting married, all the other stuff is extra. I just hope my fiance and everyone else has a good time, and thats all that matters to me.

Just Another Day in the Salt Mills

So I've become a closer practically over night, since I'm doing it three times this week. This means that I never see my manger, which is a bit of a problem, because she doesn't get to see me work. So I can't prove myself to her, which really stinks because of what happened on Thursday (I really shouldn't talk about it). I'm just scared right now because I hear about these people being asked to step down left and right, and some people being fired, and it makes me scared because I hope I'm doing my job right. I'm pretty sure I am, but since she never sees me work, I can't get a good gage of if I'm doing my job right. I guess I just have to do my best and hope for the best.