I started my new job today, and now I can call myself a seamstress in more than just an informal, cutsie-little-girl sense. It's actually my job title. I'm in shock that I'm getting paid to do this.
Not that it's all amazingly fun jobs, but the time flies by and everything is engaging and challenging and satisfying. I mostly did hems today and got familiar with the machines. The Wellington store is inhumanly hot, as it has all the dry-cleaning equipment, all the irons, all the employees... I burned my arm by leaning on superheated iron. Later I burned my ankle on a boiling-water-pipe. I'm glad that won't be my permanent location.
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