Nothing to say today, but I am starting to get the bloggers itch... ooo, that sounds dirty. I meant that feeling at the tips of your fingers when you haven't blogged for almost 24 hours already! The facial tic kicks in at 48, and if something really exciting happens and you can't get to your computer, your head may explode within 72 hours.
Started training at yet another aspect of my job today, as a financial secretary. Needless to say I won't be talking much about that one. Not that it's uninteresting, there are just some things you should not write about online if you relish your job (and probably your freedom - I think that may be a felony).
Still having fun, and I am truly well fed now. I get whatever I want off the home-cooked menu for a meal, and all the sweet tea I can drink. Today it was mashed potatoes, green beans, fried chicken, and a broccoli and cheese soup thing. Excellent.
Still not relishing heading back to my parking lot. I want to put it off as long as possible, but if I do that, it gets dark, and I really fucked up my headlight directions when installing that last lamp. I know, I know, I was so proud... now I blind everyone in my path. And not with my automotive prowess.
The light outside has taken on that orangish haze that says it's time to go. So here I go. I'm a-goin'. Watch me go. Woo hoo, I'm speeding out the door now. Maybe I'll go find that dilbert book again...