Life as is.
Well, I'm still working a lot at the ole HSN fulfillment center, which we all know is really just a warehouse with the good area of the building reserved for the people answering phones. It just keeps getting more and more joyous everyday, and smarter too. (Lots of sarcasm in that statement especially the last part) I can't complain a whole lot though. I do have a job now, and, it may be stupid, but at least, it's something to do until I can get my liscense and get to a better one. I've noticed that I somehow have managed to appear to know what I'm doing at that place. I get asked questions about how to do something all the time and what is going to be planned next. This doesn't really bother me too much with the new people. It makes sense for them to ask me. THey don't know that I haven't been there that long. THe thing that gets me is that people who have been there for years longer than I have will ask me these same questions. Some of them are questions the bosses should be answering too. When did I become the all knowledgeable reference on HSN fulfillment? THen again, I have been crosstrained in more areas than some of the people that have been there for 15 - 20 years. Why I don't know. I think it might be because I always look like I'm bored because I am. I done got used to manual labor and mild manual labor is relatively easy comparitively speaking. I got to where I like to sweat, but, not the it's so hot I'm going to sweat, the sweat from doing a good amount of work. Enough about work now. I've still been talking to the vietnamese girl, but, I don't know what to think about that whole situation. One of the other vietnamese women tell me she is actually the other woman's niece. She also tells me not to talk to the girl. I don't know. I also feel like maybe I shouldn't, but, I think that I'm going to think about it for a little while anyway. It's not like she lives right down the street and I see her everyday, so, I've got a minute to think about if I want to make it try and go anywhere or anything. My nephew, Chance, is walking and talking a whole bunch now. It's kind of wierd seeing that when I hadn't seen him in a while. He has a lot of Carver features in him now. If you had a picutre of my sister, my unle Raymond (which he is named after by the way), or me at his age you would definately see the resemblance. Well, I think that I"ve praddled on enough at this time. I will leave you all with best wishes hoping that life is treating you all spectacularly and that it gets even better. Write later, Sam