Friday, August 04, 2006

Music: Carbon Leaf - The Boxer
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Man...Friday means so much more when you have a job. I can't even tell you how stoked I am to go home and play...something...at 5. And I'm leaving right at 5. Not 5:15 like yesterday. 5.

But yesterday was busy. I like being busy, though. It's days like this where I know the only that's going to happen is that people are going to come in and ask me questions that I can't answer that drive me nuts. I know that there's no way I could know this stuff since I've only been here about a month, but it still makes me feel useless.

I'm a helper. I like to help. When I can't help, it makes me sad.

The other thing about this job is that people are always looking in at me through the doors. It's like living in a fishbowl. I think one of these days I'm gonna just start waving at people...

...There is a huge open space on the other side of this office. We only take up less than half of the building area we're in. The landlord is trying to sell the dead space and put up a wall. Maybe that would be for the best since I keep getting these urges to go do cartwheels over there...just to break the monotony...

I still have phone calls to make today. One fella, who suffered a really bad, three storie fall at work needs to come in to answer some questions. My job is to get him to come in on Tuesday, and when he does come in, Mr. Caruso wants me to act as translator....I don't know if I can do it...I've been told he speaks MumbleSpanish...MumbleSpanish is my great weakness...And the things he's going to be saying are important but....Well Marilen will be back by then and she can help maybe.

Attention, Sophie! I know you're out there! I need your email address so I can send you my snail mail address. If you don't know my email, it's @gmail.com with my user name as elizabeth.joyce

Once I hear from you, I'll be removing that part. Friggin' spam programs will find a way to crack my "brilliant code."

Well, time to make a sign for the front door. After that, the only thing left to do is face down the MumbleSpanish...then I'll just...I dunno...send inane text messages to Giffen or somthing...Maybe finish my book...

Oh, and for those interested: Oh, Play That Thing is nowhere near as good as A Star Called Henry.
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