I am overwhelmed with the attention at work. Cards, and flowers, my first work flowers, and cake... Five hours and fifty five minutes left.

Lou gave me some actual useful information. If I stay until the end first of the month, my insurance stays in effect until the end of that month. I don't know that thinking about this earlier would have changed my decision any though. I don't think you could pay me enough (in insurance or otherwise) to stay here an extra day, and I'm looking forward to my Friday off. Luckily, I'm young and lithium is cheap.

Karla called in sick again today—even more interesting...

It looks like I've been cut off from the net at work so it'll be a boring last week. To make thing interesting (and busy) however, Karla called in sick today. Who knows, maybe she's following my example and finding a new job of her own. One less day of psycho-girl in my life—I couldn't be happier.

New job obtained! Gave notice today. As of next month I'll be an Import Documentation Coordinator and future Web Designer!

And then I find out through email that one of my uncles is dying. Of course I don't answer my phone anyway...

I keep feeling like it's been too long since my interview without hearing anything. It's been a whole two days—of weekend...

Why did I come back to work today?

How to destroy the earth

There is something to be said for wearing pants...

I do not want to hear about Lou's wife's bras.

Shannon posted the job predictor—give it your name and it predicts your ideal job. I gave it Rebecca and it told me 'Soap Actor'. Eh, not interested. I gave it stari, and it told me 'Housekeeper'. Ick, even worse.

Just for fun I gave it Neiko, my character name, and it told me 'Chef'. That one's fitting since cooking is my highest craft skill in the game, and I'm trying to take it to the cap.

I have Ebola... maybe SARS... whichever one tricks you into thinking it's not really that bad, and you're better now (except for that being tired all the time, and insisting the temperature is ten degrees hotter/colder than what it really is...) and then it turns around and laughs in your face.

From Andrew, A parent's primer to computer slang. 'Understand how your kids communicate online to help protect them'

I picked the wrong time to go to lunch again. Got stuck behind a woman trying to decide on and place three separate orders, with special requests for each, and then wanted to complain at the lack of choices in salad dressing in a teriyaki restaurant.

Then they're tearing up the roads all around work, so I got yelled at for walking around construction, rerouted to the wrong side of the street, where I had to dodge traffic to get back to the side my work is.

Kermit asked me if I'm still checking the email and I thought, 'Haha, what are they going to do when I'm not here to check the email form them?'

She started with some sarcastic half-smiles thrown my direction, and then some little comments. Now I can almost physically feel the animosity building from Karla. She's reminding me of Henry when he would sit on my lap, then a couple minutes later start hissing because the rest of me was in his space.

I just realized how confusing us talking about the Dark Tower books at work must sound to anyone listening in.

I don't have trouble sleeping but I have trouble going to bed. I debated forcing myself to bed by knocking myself out with Nyquil the way I did the first time I was sick recently. I'm not comfortable with that idea, since I'm more in recovery than actually sick anymore, but decided it was important enough that I stay heading in the right direction.

Well, it didn't work last night, and this morning it hasn't worn off. I've never felt so obviously drugged while trying to function in normal life.

Children's vitamins don't taste as good until they've gone a bit stale.

The FFXI gardening database I've been working on for the last year finally went live yesterday. At last count I have **11** registered users!!

The other Cash Counter guy gave me an order that had parts of a previous page cut out and taped on. "That's Ted's cut-and-paste," he said, and then "Gives new meaning to cut-and-paste, doesn't it?" Well, no it doesn't... That's exactly the actual meaning of the phrase, isn't it?

My iPod has Solitaire, and a really simple looking Arkanoid-type game.

There's nothing like programming to make me feel really smart (that I can do it) and really dumb, for the obvious mistakes I make.

I got book five (out of seven) of the Stephen King Dark Tower series for Christmas. I started reading it and then decided I'd better go back and start at the beginning. I'm almost to the end of book three, but fourth was lost when Gryphon was borrowing it and had his back pack stolen.

There's at least three other people at work doing the same thing so we almost have our own mini book club.

I accidentally slammed my hand against the counter last night as I was running from the kitchen to the computer. I thought I was exaggerating the pain last night when I complained that "I'm broken" but today my finger is bruised purple! I've never bruised a finger before... Wishing I was left-handed today.