Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city

For those of you that have been on the edge of your seats, worrying with all yr might all day wondering what my first day at this assignment was like-take up drinking or narcotic abuse. You clearly have issues that can only be dealt with through extreme and destructive measures.
But, before ordering some OxyContin off the Internets here's a rundown:
Anyone worrying I would get in trouble for playing Sudoku or reading fan fiction can breathe easy now. The job doesn't allow for such frivolity. I'm being run ragged----
up and down the hall to fax things or pick up mail
rolling the moveable shelves and crawling around to put away client files
running back down the hall for some other thing
answering phones and trying to come up with creative answers to questions that may as well be re: Dutch traditional dance practices.
~~~Sidenote, the dog is so polite, he just stood square on my bladder and stuck his hinder square in my face and just stayed there. I had to push him along to get back to typing He think he's SO funny that one.~~
The job keeps me busy. I actually did 8 hours of work today. When was the last time I did that? As a seriously lazy bitch I do my best to avoid an honest day's work for the same. I prefer putting in a solid 4 hours. But I also really like shelter and food so I will do my best to adapt and not fuck it up.
I'm working right in the middle of the projects. But I don't feel uncomfortable-except when I go outside. But that's not the surroundings-it's that breathing is nearly impossible to do anything but long for the A/C to kick on really soon.
That's about all I have to say right now.
I'm too tired and hungry to bother with interesting anecdotes.
Oh-cept it's all hot and shit.