The Truth Files

Stephen Colbert/Daily Show Love. House, Hugh Laurie, Black Adder, BritCom obsessiveness. Eddie Izzard quoting ad naseum. Self loathing. Other people loathing. Anything else I can loathe-fit that in there too. Tales of alcohol and dogs. The occassional night at the bar causing trouble. Mis-treating brain cells...Who needs them? No sex. No drugs-usually. Much rock'n'roll. Just trying to survive in 615. Y'know. The usual.

Monday, May 14, 2007

It's almost like havin' it all

New job post.
I'm tired. So, it won't be long.
I don't think.
It is so not like what I'm used to.
No one's ghetto.
Except maybe me.
Everyone is very awesome and helpful and other such kind terms.
We started the day by having cake.
Chocolate cake.
I'm supposed to take some classes in the next week or so. Classes. For a temp job. I'm not sure why they'd do that.
I'm a temp.
You don't train temps.
But they are.
So. Yeah. Whatever. I don't know what that means.
Big snazzy private university hospital campus likes to throw money away?
I can believe that.
It seems like a good gig. But I don't know much. I know that it pays well and the hours are decent. Other than that-I've got nothin'.
No. That's a lie. There's a pretty good sandwich shop within walking distance.
I love sandwiches.
I'm thinking maybe I'll get a reuben tomorrow.
Mmmmm....saurkraut.
And spicy mustard.
It's important to me that I don't get too attached.
Shit...as they say...happens.

Hey-YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE-Ma sez don't make a special trip just for her. She'll get a taxi. She'd rather you helped out on Saturday.
I.Am.So.Frightened.
The combined force of you two will crush me.
Not that I don't love ya.
But shit.
I'm out-numbered.
That's not fair.


The job is good.
I get to move around. I have an office.

For now.

Everything is just for now.

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