Hello, Income, welcome back!

All right, nervously called *retail operation that I shall not name for fear of tarnishing their reputation with any horror stories I may tell in the future*, and I am officially a "stylist" on their staff! I'm giddy with excitement about the prospect of having money and a "fashion"-ish job. The job itself is actually further away with awful parking, but I instantly had the feeling that I would enjoy it more. I hope my instincts didn't fail me!