Had my last day of training yesterday. Was ready to cry when I left for the night. I don't like the one that I was training with that is going to be my partner at my next location... she is the only one that I didn't click with during my three weeks of training. Unlike me, she isn't passionate about what she does. She's only there for the paycheck, and that saddens me quite a bit.
When I left, I went shopping with my best friend, David, and we picked out something for him to wear today to a Steampunk event... unfortunately, because we were so focused on him last night, I have nothing to wear. Eep! I have seven hours to find something... I found a pair of boots that I love, but they're completely the wrong color for what I had in mind. Damn it!