All I really have to say is thank goodness it’s the weekend. My job isn’t difficult but the amount of drama that goes through the place is ridiculous. Also, I got saddled with training the new guy. He’s a nice kid. Extremely religious which I find odd within the workplace. Most people don’t put sign up sheets by their desks that say ‘how can I pray for you?’ Whatever floats his boat, I guess. He tends to avoid us all like the plague, especially since he witnessed the drunken spectacle that is the team yesterday at the baseball game. I told my friend this morning that we must all smell like Satan to him.
I’m kidding. Not about the drunken spectacle part… but, you know, the smelling part. I’m surprised the company even let’s us go near alcohol at this point. There is drama but we really do have more fun than all the other teams. They don’t laugh as much as we do.
I feel so strange. I’m not sure what the deal is, it isn’t good or bad. It’s NOT a hangover.
You know what sounds good right now? I just want to curl up next to Sir and my kitty cats. That’s all. It’s getting harder and harder to be so far from him.