Today was my last day at the Evil Job. I'm not used to waking up at 8:30 in the morning, so I was dragging. When I realized it was almost 6:30 AM and I was nowhere near sleep, I debated just staying up. I then realized that would ensure my boss would keep me there until evening.
So, I napped, and my friend picked me up for breakfast as scheduled.
I got to work, did some stuff for an hour, and was promptly sent home.
Figures.
I'm glad. I really am.
Oh, and I got a new printer. That makes me happy.
(Aargh...if you hit back, it'll double post a journal entry...*growl*)
So, I napped, and my friend picked me up for breakfast as scheduled.
I got to work, did some stuff for an hour, and was promptly sent home.
Figures.
I'm glad. I really am.
Oh, and I got a new printer. That makes me happy.
(Aargh...if you hit back, it'll double post a journal entry...*growl*)
joyrider:
keeping up with multiple journals is a total pain in the ass. my diaryland journal is all but dead these days. i post a few entries each month, mostly out of guilt.
