Tuesday, June 08, 2004
Ashley and I have decided to stop wasting energy on people who feed off drama. We'll tell them "Save the drama for your mama". You know the type. The ones who have to start a ruckus when things are nice and peaceful, whose lives are always the source of their conversations. Or maybe they're the kind of dramatic people who have 'given up on life' -their lives 'always suck' and they are 'misunderstood' by everyone. Maybe they're not misunderstood. Maybe people just see them the way that they are, and they can't handle it.
Second day at work. I'm not sure if I'm happy I took this job yet or not. My fingers are smudged from inkpads and carbon, but I know where all the Dover files go, and which ones are international and domestic, and what to do with invoices, and where the envelopes are, goshdarnit.
My lunch breaks are quiet. I miss school, where lunch was always an adventure. We all had special days to eat together, certain times, and Ben would sometimes make me food or pick it from somewhere and we would have picnics. Here, I eat in my cubicle because the guys downstairs by the cafeteria are scary. Maybe tomorrow I will be brave enough to confront the company lunch place.
The department I'm in is having a baby shower next Friday for the secretary. I'm excited. I love babies, even though I try to avoid baby showers as much as possible.
For those of you who have inquired regarding Ben's whereabouts - he is in Ohio for the summer. He has an internship. He is far away, and I miss him, but I get to see him in 82 hours. I refer to it as 3.5 days because that sounds much shorter. We are going to Matt's wedding and maybe the museum and I will get to see my brother and hug him as hard as I want.
Jeremiah is my brother, for those of you who are unaware. I talked to him on the phone last night for 41 minutes, and now I am even more excited about the wedding.
Ben called me to celebrate my lunch break. So goodbye.
. celebrate . `@ 12:19 PM
