3 weeks into OJT and I'm still alive.

Besides being a professional domestic slave, I act as well. I could smile for the entire day onboard, even when I was darn sure I could slap the crap out of some people. Yes, endurance is the key to passing out from OJT. When they ask you to take out the trash, smile and say yes. Never say you don't know.

Bitches.

As if my acting skills were flawless. I swear Paris Hilton owns me even in that area, and yet the people seemed satisfied with my meek smiles and meaningless chants of, "I will go and find out." I may very well go to hell for all the hypocrisy I've been displaying, but heck, I'll give whatever it takes to take me through until the next November.

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