11:38 p.m. - Saturday, Aug. 01, 2009
your self inficted pain, is getting to routine, the cowds are catching on,
It's hard to remeber that once in a while, I really like where I work.
Of course this happens after a week during which my lead was sick, I was off of the phones for 1/2 of the day for three days straight, and I didn't really work all that hard on the other days, I took four calls on firday, and two on thurs.
what was I doing instead, well on wed I gave blood, allways a worth while experiance, and I was driving to grand juction.
on thurs, I was giving an interview,for homeland security, which is a pretty crappy angecy, but it's better than where I am now. I drove back, I'm not a fan of long distance driveing without my dogs any more, maybe I just need new seats, but it sucked. my car toped out at 94 mph going up to the tunnels and as it turns out that right now, it's most happy curseing at 80-90 mph, and fast at it begins to feel dangerous, any slower and it turns out it's nearly inpossible to keep it at that speed. plus the seats are pretty uncomfortable. maybe I just don't like the highways in my car? or maybe I just need to finsh it? it still needs a load of work, seeing as how I basically haven't worked on it in roughlly a year:(
and then friday, I took the "moring" (12-5:15pm) off to go shopping for food stuffs which were then cosumed today, (we ran out of food at about 2:45) I liked today as, everyone there was nice, my lead didn't show up:) and I was busy pretty much the whole day on the gril.
now I am far from a girling expert, or any kind of chef at all, I know what I like and I know how to cook stuff that I like. cooking something that someone else will like is always a crap shoot for me. but that's ok, seeing as how I had two expert grillers to help me out.
one of these was somewhat of a surpirze, frank is the most uptight sort of guy when I see him at work. not so much in the way he acts, he's pretty coold there, but in the way he dresses, he's always got a tie on, he's always got a dress shirt on, turcked in, inmaculet ect. today, he had a wife beater, and shorts. and there's more, he was covered in tatoos.
tatoos look a bit different on a black guy.
but anyway, once the party was beinging to wind down, after I picked up a bunch of the trash, I took john back to the train station, (he's mostly blind) I finally whent home, and found that I was extremly dehidrated. I drank 32oz of water on the way home, and probably another 32 oz once I got home. I also foud I was burned, my forhead and a strip on the back of my neck.
It felt good to work for the IRS today.
unfourtunatly the only girls who where hot were people who were married:( that one girl who I keep thinking could be hot if she'd just relax, wear her hair down once in a while, jeans and a t-shirt, maybe a pair of tennis shoes? she was there, dressed up far to much for my tastes once again. she did show up for work sick one day, she wasn't quite as relaxed as I would like to see her, but she was so much better looking...
oh well.
NP cursive, art is hard
