Ugh, another day at Mandy's Candy Shop. Why do I even bother coming in? Oh right, because Chester and Mandy are my friends. But man, dealing with all those hyper kids running around like sugar-fueled tornadoes can really test my patience.
I swear, sometimes I think they come in just to see how much candy they can shove into their mouths before exploding. And then there's the parents who let them run wild while they browse through every single piece of candy on display.
But hey, it's not all bad. Every once in a while, you get a sweet kid who actually says "please" and "thank you" when asking for candy. It warms my heart a little bit...or maybe that's just the sugar rush from being surrounded by sweets all day.
And don't even get me started on cleaning up after closing time. You'd think people would have the decency to throw away their wrappers instead of leaving them scattered everywhere like confetti at a parade.
But despite all the chaos and messiness, there are moments where I catch myself smiling behind this stupid unicorn costume. Maybe it's seeing Chester making goofy faces at the kids or Mandy sneaking extra samples when she thinks no one is looking.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that as much as I complain about this job, deep down inside, there's a tiny part of me that enjoys it...just don't tell anyone else that secret or I'll deny it until my dying breath.
Well diary (if you can even call yourself that since I hardly ever write in you), thanks for listening to me ramble about my ridiculous job again. Until next time...whenever that may be."