corporate wench

i have gotten a job at starbucks. unfortunately it a new starbucks, out by the mall, as in 10 miles from my house. i have two weeks to get a car, a license, insurance, and registration, or find a crazy back way to ride my bike and become the next jane fonda. or suzanne somers. or some other workout guru. as for now, i'm going home to read the ga driver's manual. beginning, build-up, climax, and close. at my new corporate job, i will have to take out my nose ring, wear long sleeves to cover my tattoos, and most likely say "yes, sir." is it worth it? yes it is. benefits, here i come!
also, my boyfriend has recently developed a passion for gourmet cooking, and he's pretty fucking good at it. yum.