Working stiff
A friend calls and says that she needs some work done and if I would be interested. She uses fancy words like 'content delivery system', but I know that it is pretty much 'data entry', and I take the job and thank her for it. I do. I also know that she and her boyfriend will read this - possibly.
But, really, I appreciate the job. Serious.
It was just weird going back into the world of being a temp in an office and tucking my shirt in and wandering around trying to find the bathroom.
Fluorescent lights.
Those coffee machines.
Time sheets.
I feel like I just came full circle and that whole internet thing never happened.
I need to do something. Life and/or career wise. Something major. Something soon. Something with sexy results.
Helicopters!
11:30pm and they are zooming around with searchlights on - lots of them. That is a bad sign, eh?
Double Postings on the chat thing
I think I fixed that. Let me know if you still come across that and I will cry, and then try to fix it again.
BTW, I think the chat thing has been a nice success. I have enjoyed talking to everyone.
Neighbor?
This person's is my neighborhood and has a blog. I like it. heislazy
Drunk. Please. Me.
The company where I work now is a liquor distributor. We sit around all day, and people are discussing content that is all about liquor, and so it's on my mind a lot. I swear I may become an alcoholic from working here.
Thinking about bourbon all day can't be good.
