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at work. bored out of my mind. but what can you do? if i didn't come to work, who would call people at 10 in the morning and annoy them with questions. i'm needed, dammit!!!
so i have today and tomorrow to finish my sister's dress. i'm kind of getting nervous. the straps are giving me quite a bit of trouble.
i'm so tired. i was woken up much too early this morning. so i keep switching to autopilot and telling everyone to have a great night, even though its not even 11 am yet.
wow!!! they just passed around a plastic bag with toys in it! huzzah! lets see, some tangram pieces, a maze, and.... a clear plastic box with bbs and plastic things in it. i don't quite know what to do with that last one. the tangrams are fun though.
*plays with tangrams for an hour*
oh yeah, forgot i was writing this. i think the hardest part of my job is trying to supress my yawns. i always have to yawn in the middle of my longest sentence, and it makes me crazy because i try to stifle it and the words sound funny.
wow. i think i just called dustin's aunt. oh well. my first day here, when i was doing the training section, i think i called one of bryna's relatives. then i called my high school art teacher last month. how silly.
this tangram is driving me crazy. the pieces are weird, and so there are only like, 6 variations of it. i keep thinking i found a new one, but its just one of the other ones reversed. sigh. i bet sam can understand how frustrating this is. *furiously attacks tangram* grrrrr...it needs to stop thwarting me.
i need a drink of water. too bad my break isn't for an hour. sigh. back to my tangram...
so i have today and tomorrow to finish my sister's dress. i'm kind of getting nervous. the straps are giving me quite a bit of trouble.
i'm so tired. i was woken up much too early this morning. so i keep switching to autopilot and telling everyone to have a great night, even though its not even 11 am yet.
wow!!! they just passed around a plastic bag with toys in it! huzzah! lets see, some tangram pieces, a maze, and.... a clear plastic box with bbs and plastic things in it. i don't quite know what to do with that last one. the tangrams are fun though.
*plays with tangrams for an hour*
oh yeah, forgot i was writing this. i think the hardest part of my job is trying to supress my yawns. i always have to yawn in the middle of my longest sentence, and it makes me crazy because i try to stifle it and the words sound funny.
wow. i think i just called dustin's aunt. oh well. my first day here, when i was doing the training section, i think i called one of bryna's relatives. then i called my high school art teacher last month. how silly.
this tangram is driving me crazy. the pieces are weird, and so there are only like, 6 variations of it. i keep thinking i found a new one, but its just one of the other ones reversed. sigh. i bet sam can understand how frustrating this is. *furiously attacks tangram* grrrrr...it needs to stop thwarting me.
i need a drink of water. too bad my break isn't for an hour. sigh. back to my tangram...