ohelde

yes its all about me!
no not really.
im getting tired.
usually when i get home im wide awake.
but, right now. nope.
thank god for vanilla PMs.
anyways.
emailed my resume to a few places.
im going to have my mom fax the rest tomarrow.
today at work no one talked to me.
and the short tiny desk that i pretty much have to sit on the floor on the western wall of the office is mine. and every little note i recieve is left on that desk for all to see. although it wasnt named 'Milekas Desk' it has become hers. and she has the longest legs of the office workers. so imagine me sitting there. damn. i feel worthless there.
and these notes. basically along the lines of 'please remember to do this and that' basically making me feel like im forgetting everything.
i wish i could leave a note on her desk along the lines of 'make sure all the fucking charts are in the office so it doesnt take me an hour to find them'.
or maybe 'i like to wait til saturday since i sit there for 8 hours with hardly ANYTHING to do'
make your own copies. put together your own phamplets. have your freaking hand cramp up...since you have to fold them PREFECTLY and with a pen.

oh oh and i will never tan again. giving me outragous charges for 'freezing' my account. assholes.

and for the good news...
im going to look absolutly smashing tomarrow. to brighten my spirits.

ok tv time.
<3