good morning
im at work. got here about half an hour early. and it is hard for me to "get into the groove" (? ugh) when i don't have any official responsibilities until 8:30, which is 27 minutes away.
i'm making up time because i came in 3 hours late yesterday so i could sleep in with my boyfriend, and actually see his eyes open before i left for work. usually, i go into my room to say hi to him when i leave, and to have a good day, and he rolls over just a little, does not open his eyes, smiles really huge, and says something like "bjfdhshehrher baby" which i think is probably have a good day, or hello, or something. but whatever it is, he's happy about it. but yesterday i got to see his handsome blue eyes before leaving for work. made my day.
it is customer service week at work which pretty much means that we get gifts of lightbulbs every day, and get fed tons of free food. and we dress up. for prizes. every day is a carnival. yesterday's theme was atlantic city. i wish i had an oxygen tank, because oh my damn if i didn't look like a gamblin' granny. headscarf tied under the chin and all.
my friend ashley was a sociology major in college. she always tells me things about myself that kind of freak me out because i think about them and im like "i really am like that." we went out for dinner yesterday, and she said "you really are a watcher. like that movie when we were little...harriet the spy?" thank god! someone besides myself has finally confirmed my deepest hopes and suspicions that i am, indeed, the real human harriet the spy.
oh my goodness...last thing to say. i saw a car the other day, like a really old crappy honda hatchback. and on the back in that shoe polish stuff it said: "you matter." i wanted to be best friends with the driver.
have a good weekend : )
i'm making up time because i came in 3 hours late yesterday so i could sleep in with my boyfriend, and actually see his eyes open before i left for work. usually, i go into my room to say hi to him when i leave, and to have a good day, and he rolls over just a little, does not open his eyes, smiles really huge, and says something like "bjfdhshehrher baby" which i think is probably have a good day, or hello, or something. but whatever it is, he's happy about it. but yesterday i got to see his handsome blue eyes before leaving for work. made my day.
it is customer service week at work which pretty much means that we get gifts of lightbulbs every day, and get fed tons of free food. and we dress up. for prizes. every day is a carnival. yesterday's theme was atlantic city. i wish i had an oxygen tank, because oh my damn if i didn't look like a gamblin' granny. headscarf tied under the chin and all.
my friend ashley was a sociology major in college. she always tells me things about myself that kind of freak me out because i think about them and im like "i really am like that." we went out for dinner yesterday, and she said "you really are a watcher. like that movie when we were little...harriet the spy?" thank god! someone besides myself has finally confirmed my deepest hopes and suspicions that i am, indeed, the real human harriet the spy.
oh my goodness...last thing to say. i saw a car the other day, like a really old crappy honda hatchback. and on the back in that shoe polish stuff it said: "you matter." i wanted to be best friends with the driver.
have a good weekend : )