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Day 995: Back Again
Aug. 7th, 2011 10:39 amYes, my updates continue to be lame. It's lots of the same - work, training, hating my boss. This week is the first week work has actually made me want to cry. Going out to lunch with the girls on Saturday for a therapeutic vent has been awesome.
Turns out the new clerk may or may not be bright, but he's brighter than big brother, so there you go.
The more I hear about how scary the office is behind the scenes, the more I want to flee. Cody and I really do need to sit down and work out some math problems so we can figure out whether it's more economically feasible to stay here or move to Idaho for a lame six months before just packing it all up and moving again for grad school. Because I'm inclined to flee at this point, except moving to Idaho would throw my earning capacity into the gutter. Argh! Being grown up is so aggravating.
And somewhere along the way I turned into one of those grown-ups who contemplates marriage, worries about paying the bills, and hates on her boss during luncheons out with her coworkers.
Probably the best part of my week was hanging out with Tomie, who brought in Harry, a friend of his, who does Judo, and is super spry and one of the sweetest men I've ever met. Tomie also showed me some useful stuff for my upcoming staff form, which I'm pretty excited for. I'm clumsy and out of practice, but I think once I get a routine down, I will polish it till it shines so hard it'll blind people in the sun.
Also, fed the missionaries this week. Recipe went well, with advice from mom, and the missionaries talked to me and Kile about D&D, which was weird but awesome in its own kind of way.
...Not going to lie, this whole keeping a journal thing is sometimes boring and depressing. I talk to my mom pretty much every day after work and tell her how my day was, and then I tell Cody, and then I write letters, so by the time I get around to typing...it seems I have nothing good left to say, and anyone who cares to know about my life already knows it and has heard all the good parts.
In lazy news, I ate way too many cookies this week (I baked them, to be fair) and now, for the first time in my life, I am super self-conscious about the fact that I'm gaining weight. Argh! I was never that girl either. I did laundry, but also read way too much old HP and comic books and getting caught up on Suits and White Collar. What I need to get caught up on is Criminal Minds! I need me some Dr. Reid.
And I need to flippin' well write something more than the slice of whatever is on my mind at oneword every day.
And even then I don't do it every day.
I need a muse.
And to figure out who is getting what presents this year.
Turns out the new clerk may or may not be bright, but he's brighter than big brother, so there you go.
The more I hear about how scary the office is behind the scenes, the more I want to flee. Cody and I really do need to sit down and work out some math problems so we can figure out whether it's more economically feasible to stay here or move to Idaho for a lame six months before just packing it all up and moving again for grad school. Because I'm inclined to flee at this point, except moving to Idaho would throw my earning capacity into the gutter. Argh! Being grown up is so aggravating.
And somewhere along the way I turned into one of those grown-ups who contemplates marriage, worries about paying the bills, and hates on her boss during luncheons out with her coworkers.
Probably the best part of my week was hanging out with Tomie, who brought in Harry, a friend of his, who does Judo, and is super spry and one of the sweetest men I've ever met. Tomie also showed me some useful stuff for my upcoming staff form, which I'm pretty excited for. I'm clumsy and out of practice, but I think once I get a routine down, I will polish it till it shines so hard it'll blind people in the sun.
Also, fed the missionaries this week. Recipe went well, with advice from mom, and the missionaries talked to me and Kile about D&D, which was weird but awesome in its own kind of way.
...Not going to lie, this whole keeping a journal thing is sometimes boring and depressing. I talk to my mom pretty much every day after work and tell her how my day was, and then I tell Cody, and then I write letters, so by the time I get around to typing...it seems I have nothing good left to say, and anyone who cares to know about my life already knows it and has heard all the good parts.
In lazy news, I ate way too many cookies this week (I baked them, to be fair) and now, for the first time in my life, I am super self-conscious about the fact that I'm gaining weight. Argh! I was never that girl either. I did laundry, but also read way too much old HP and comic books and getting caught up on Suits and White Collar. What I need to get caught up on is Criminal Minds! I need me some Dr. Reid.
And I need to flippin' well write something more than the slice of whatever is on my mind at oneword every day.
And even then I don't do it every day.
I need a muse.
And to figure out who is getting what presents this year.
