financial aid madness

i knew it would be crazy...
so my first day at the bookstore was a leaning process in the fine tradition of the trial by fire school. naturally i had forgotten everything in the intervening week...so my first several transactions were all learning as we go.
i screwed up some things, but nobody complained too much about my ineptness with the unfamiliar cash register. the lines were enormous, and the students had no idea what they were doing. it was a very special kind of chaos. when i was younger i never would have had the balls to wade into the depths of this sort of thing. now i shrug it off and do what i can. at this point, life to me, is about doing what needs to be done. i need money, and i'll make it any way i can.
i practically needed a nap after it was over. i drank a quart of water, and had talked more in 5 hours than i had in weeks. riding the bus home was downright relaxing. no lines here...