last day at work
last day in this library
boring job ... but one of my favorites still.
since its my last day in sb, i spent my hour lunch break eating frenchie rather than food ... haha ... not really ... well maybe ... but thats not the point.
since i didnt eat on my break, i had to eat on one of my 20 minute breaks. so i brought some frozen potstickers and edamame to cook in the workroom. i didnt realize that cooking the potstickers meant the entire library would smell. it was great though, everyone complaining, one of the supervisors came in and shut the door, the librarian came in and said "how aromatic" so pc for "it smells awful". yeah. so now everytime any of these people smell potstickers, they will think of me.
i have spent all day on email, friendster, myspace, aim, lj. kind of sad that i wont get paid to surf the net anymore.
and i think i may have BO. maybe its just the potstickers. i swear i applied ample amount of secret this morning.
last day in santa barbara. i feel so bipolar about it.
all i can think about is getting my guitar tomorrow, and going to guitar center to buy goodies. 65 minutes left in this place.
boring job ... but one of my favorites still.
since its my last day in sb, i spent my hour lunch break eating frenchie rather than food ... haha ... not really ... well maybe ... but thats not the point.
since i didnt eat on my break, i had to eat on one of my 20 minute breaks. so i brought some frozen potstickers and edamame to cook in the workroom. i didnt realize that cooking the potstickers meant the entire library would smell. it was great though, everyone complaining, one of the supervisors came in and shut the door, the librarian came in and said "how aromatic" so pc for "it smells awful". yeah. so now everytime any of these people smell potstickers, they will think of me.
i have spent all day on email, friendster, myspace, aim, lj. kind of sad that i wont get paid to surf the net anymore.
and i think i may have BO. maybe its just the potstickers. i swear i applied ample amount of secret this morning.
last day in santa barbara. i feel so bipolar about it.
all i can think about is getting my guitar tomorrow, and going to guitar center to buy goodies. 65 minutes left in this place.