So, I have a job. A real one. With benefits. And a desk. No computer, (yet) but on my desk, there is a place for a computer, so when I get one, it will go there.
Also at my desk: a picture of me and my not-so-significant other. He is so not-significant, in fact, that he has been demoted to the role of "friend who I take to formal events and talk to on the phone, but also secretly pine for and wish I could still sleep with, without having to have deep meaningful conversations about our relationship."
Also, on my desk: lamp, mug o'pens, sticky notes. I love office supplies, so this is FUN!
In my desk, the essentials: pita chips, m'n'ms, popcorn. I love eating, so this is also FUN!
But this job? The real one? The one I've been telling you about? I have to go there EVERY DAY.
That part, is not so fun.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
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