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how is it i've been up for an hour, showered, coffeed, breakfasted, flisted (ooh, that sounds dirty) and still all i can think about is bed? mmmmmmbed.

thank you to yesterday's poll participants. you overwhelmingly said yes, i should leave this job after this week. my exhausted body agrees with you. the only part that disagrees is my biceps. they are like, dude, we have never been so large or so firm. this is the shit! but my head says warehouse shelves are hard! and my bum knee says carrying heavy boxes makes me owie. and my brain says ... oh wait, nevermind, my brain is dead.

i was the only temp again yesterday. and i was working for the good boss - the one who at least understands that she's giving me shit jobs to do and makes me take breaks and yesterday even let me go early. and gave me a box full of candles. and here is where i admit that i've always enjoyed scented candles. certain scents, anyway. and so, after a wee break from them, i'm sure i'll be glad to have these. though if anyone wants the one called, 'seaside holiday,' you can have it. bleh. i don't like scents that are supposed to be ocean-like.

( i am a good temp )

hm. i may just have time to print out the longnottom so i can read it on breaks and have some happy moments in my day. ::prints::

the boss needs us; we don't need the boss.

mmm_cake just referred to our kitties as "desperate housecats."

hee!

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this morning, i got to work at 8, as i had agreed with nice!boss that i would. but she didn't actually have anything for me to do until 9. so, out came the slash notebook. i actually did some work on a wip. it's something i started in june or july. actually, ::faceplams:: it's for musesfool's lyrics challenge from way back when. heh. but the story takes place in july and involves heat and sunlight. and i found it really hard to get myself into that, having just come in from a bitterly cold november morning. brrr. it's a stretch.

oh. i just got an e-mail from the church organist/accompanist in response to my bitchy e-mail to the choir on sunday. ( ::sniffle:: )

annelarissa should be here any moment, and then we're off to rehearsal. i'm quite looking forward to it, actually. i'm not singing enough these days.

i think i want to iron my sweater. or brush my teeth. or clean the bathroom. or maybe i should change my clothes so i don't overwhelm the choir with candle scents. probably i'll just sit here and read.