My career aspirations, in the order that they occurred in my life and the length of time that they lasted

-Mail Meister (This is what I thought mail men were called. Seriously); 3-4 months
-Ducktor (Translation: doctor); also 3-4 months
-Teacher; 3rd-4th grade
-Really cool teacher; 10th grade
-Counselor; From the time I entered Psychology 101 till the time I dropped Psychology as a major
-Financial Advisor; 90 seconds, after meeting a well-dressed, good-looking Edward Jones representative
-Best selling writer; undetermined
-Ben & Jerry's ice cream taste tester; this dream is ongoing
-Poker Player; the 12 minutes after I watched Rounders
-Blogger; 7 minutes? Then an hour, then 7 more minutes
-Cubicle filler; (some dreams you just have to resign yourself to)

Staff Infection... and other office-related puns that don't quite work.

Today we had a staff meeting. It was 4 hours. I absolutely wouldn't say it was boring- even though the content of the meeting was just asinine. And the only thing I can best compare it to is a really dysfunctional family dinner where everyone sits around and says passive-aggressive things to each others, but takes a break every hour because they have to go out and smoke, but at the end of the day, they're family, so they're coming back for round 2 the next day. Of course the analogy quickly breaks down when the "family members" are paying me to be there.

Round 2 of the family dinner starts back up at 9 am tomorrow morning. Let the games begin.

Something something blog, something something

I officially need a place to write things. Somewhere more public than the Word documents and Gmail drafts where I occasionally write, and more private than, say, the front page of Google. So I figured that this was a good compromise. I have no intention of making this blog known to anyone, but just needed a place to put words. And that, as they say, is that.