superman was a chicken in a blue suit

So my job has upgraded from singular (stupid Cingular, making me think singular is spelt wrong)button pusher to multiple-button pusher. And I broke the copy machine. Twice. I love being new. Okay, it wasn't a broken copier as much as I couldn't figure out how to relieve the paper jam and then froze the screen in a frantic move of pushing too many buttons.

I'm tired. I should have taken nyquil last night. I can't wait to go back to bed later on today. Mmmm, bed.

Gotta go pull staples out of 200 more pages before commencing my two hour drive home.

R.I.P. Anna Nicole Smith, your antics shall be missed, along with your ample bossom.

counting down the minutes...

Went to lunch. Got blisters trying to find Kitson. And was really unimpressed with Kitson...but impressed with the dog boutique store which I had to forcefully remove myself from. Oh, and a nice chinese lady let me have a free lunch because I didn't have any money.

I wonder if i have any more notes on my car.

Less than an hour and a half to go. I have upgraded from button pusher to obsessive compulsive sorting, my forte. Unfortunately, when sorting is your forte, the job gets done rather quickly and the thumb goes up the butt while the other hand struggles to type by itself.

Alright, you don't have to think it so loud...I can hear you from all the way over here in the past...I'll go ask for more shit to do.