forrest gump and a sweatshop in camrose

I was at the Sheraton Hotel in LLoydminster with some sort of team I was on, and there were a bunch of "Year Twelve Teams", as they were called, that were trying to win the overall competition. I felt weird being there because there were a bunch of teams from every grade below us, and we were the only team that didn't have a grade. So all of the teams went to the Jemini, and we played arcade games, but then my whole team went into the bathroom, which was co-ed for some reason. I was barefoot and it was really gross in there. After we all went to the bathroom, we just sort of hung out, and Bozzy and Braydon Lefebvre came into the bathroom, saying that they were switching hotels from the Sheraton to another one closer to Calgary because of all the stupid pranks the Year Twelve students were playing. We were all very confused, and then a year nine girl came in and said to me,"you're gonna have to move," and just after she said pushed past me into the stall right behind me and threw up in the toilet. We were all reaallllyy grossed out, so I went back to my room. Annette and Julie were there and had packed out bags already. "We're going to a different hotel, probably closer to Calgary, so somewhere like Camrose or something? It'll be easier for us to commute to Calgary for the tournament from there," Annette said.
When we got to Camrose, I decided to get a job there because we were going to be there for a while. I applied at Earl's and got a job as a hostess and I was working with Erin. I told the other people I worked with that I was going to apply at Divine, and they told me not to because the training was way too intense. I didn't understand how it could be that intense because it was just a clothing store. I ended up applying, and at my training, it turned into a boot camp where I was Forrest Gump. I kept saying things like, "Stupid is as stupid does," and "I got shot in the buttocks," and I wore a lot of army green coloured clothing. I remember the drill sergeant would come to my dorm and tell me to get my ass in line and stuff, but I would just hide behind the door.
Somehow I ended up getting my license to work at Divine (maybe this shows that my subconscious thinks that the people who work at Divine are dumb and cowardly? i dunno), and on my first real shift I was working in the back room, which was quite similar to a sweat shop. A girl from my french class was there and she was sewing something. I quit right then and there and left.