Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
You know that song? That song annoys the shit out of me. If you don't make your mind up! we'll never! get started! BLAH! Also, I once saw a HORrid jazz dance done to it, and the girls were wearing black character shoes and red and black ruffledy dresses...and they moved all slow and stuff and tried to be suductive (I think?) and it was just awful. Wow. I think I may in a bad mood. Also, I reached Katie (and hey! I just called you back!) and we're all having lunch at 3:30. Yay! No more bad mood! Also, I think I am in the market for some new music. I was trying to find some fabulous music with which to make a car mix cd and instead found that my cd collection is wanting. So, we'll have to see about that. I think I am in a weird mood right now. I feel like I am just a shadow when I work here. Like I have to be all careful around everybody, and if anyone had to list 5 words that described me perfectly they'd probably be all wrong...they'd probably say things like "dedicated" or "shy" or "responsible" when really I would run down the halls screaming if I could. Cait, I've never been more certain that I could NEVER be a doctor. These assholes have SUCH egos. And if you're not a doctor, you're just not as good as they are. And that's it. It's like politics in the elevator, doctors get on and off first and look patronizingly at anyone not wearing blue scrubs and a white lab coat. UGH! I WOULD NEVER fit in at a place like this. Also, my coworker, who I was grateful to for being nice on the first day, now thinks that I could be her daughter we have so much in common! She's single, overweight, and too talkative. She reminds me of Mrs. Jennings! She is kind, but she prints off pages and pages of X-Files episode scripts and biographies of authors she likes...and she wants me to read them all! Cait, we're talking 20-30 pages a day! Like she can't just give me the html address! They should take away her printing privelidges. Seriously, all I can think of are the poor trees. So here's the deal with lunch, the thing is, I have to work 8 hours. So I can either take a half-hour for lunch and leave at 4:30 or I can take an hour an leave at 5, which might make me late for yoga. (Cait, Demombreun bridge is closed...you should keep that in mind when you're going to yoga source. Hell maybe we could drive together! If you're going to stay in my area) Right now she's showing me a picture of a long ponytail on an Anglican priest and laughing, "It's longer than my hair!" Oh god! Write back SOON!
Rachael
Rachael