Reading comics is a job
I’m here at work. It is monday the 13 of October 2008. I have been here for about and hour ad 15 minutes. I think that I might die a bordum. I get payed to sit here and do nothing really. It’s a sweet deal. I come in, sit at this desk and wait for someone to call or wait for someone to come to this door. Then I push a button so that the door will open. That isn’t the only job I have here though.
The second job I have here is the radio station. I have been training a lot of people lately and it has really been getting to me. I have been kinda pissed to come in here because o all these people, some of which wont show up to actually do their shows and/or format. I have been doing the same thing for a while too. I feel like a robot when it comes to training these new people. Same thing over and over again. I’m good at it now though with is interesting. I guess with all the practice i have had I should be good at it.
Besides doing those two things i don’t have anything to do. I use the time to do Home Work if i can focus and not just browse the internet. After being online for a long time though there isn’t really anything to look at. But ofcourse it is the internet so that isn’t a true staement. “Suble Upon” is the newest freind to my bordum. Woot. Woot. If you like to have a program find things that you would like for you, this is that program. Search “Stumble Upon” and google should have a link. It’s cool.
It’s weird. I’m looking forward to going back to NOVA. Where did that kid go that was in highschool that couldn’t wait to get out. I think it might clear my head on a few things. Even though I don’t really need clearing. I know what I want. I think I’m most excited about seeing my mom. Getting that hug will be nice.
