Hump Day

Winding down from a day at work (More to Life Centre) and work (Rick's Cafe), my mind is floating along. 'This is us, at the Mardi Gras, This is us...' by Emmylou Harris and Mark Knofler. Something about Alexander and his terrible, horrible, no good very bad day (even though my day, while stressful, was definitely not like Alexander's). Then there's the cowboys & the cowgirls: picturebooks, key chains, tea mugs. My hair even feels like it hurts. Oh man, my hair can't feel. Maybe this is a sign of how tired I am.

Working 9 to 5

I'm volunteering this week at a non-profit org that would be really kick-ass to work for, and I'm volunteering basically 9 to 5 every day this week to get a feel for the place. Let me tell you, I'm already exhausted. I don't know how people do it--9 to 5, trying to make a living--but graduation is coming soon and I think I need a little more Dolly Parton in my life to easy the road.

Customer Service

I am really good at my job. Tonight I took deep breaths to take in the acknowledgement I was receiving from my boss: customers comment on how great I am, even when I'm not there. It's good to know I'm good.

Now if I could remember it.