Written On My Forehead:
Deserves a good ass kicking

I am going through training right now for the new position and it is kicking my butt baaadd. It's not terribly bad but it's 9 hours straight, sitting in a frigid room, learning things in a DOS prompt system that involves "tab" "end" and memorizing lots of the function keys. uggh. It's from 8 til 5 and it takes me 45 minutes to drive over and I get up to iron my clothes, make breakfast, feed the cat, get ready for work, get everything together and then drive over (meaning I'm up at 5:30). I also don't get home til 6 or sometime around there because of the rush hour traffic and it seems like I've been working the past year for 365 days straight (when in reality it's been 5 days and first day on Sunday, so only 6 days altogether.) But I've met a few decent people who make me laugh, but I realize that to work for where I work now, you have to be really crazy. I mean you have a mental problem... what does that say about me? It fits, I think.

Yeah, sorry for not having any semi-deep blogs but I'll get there sometime, maybe Tuesday or Monday. We'll see you there and "welcome home".
It's beddy-bye time and my eyes are drooping.

Me.