Guess who's boss treated us all to roast beef sandwiches, which he cooked himself outside on his grill, complete with chips, potato and macaroni salads, fixings, caramel bars, and soda? Oh that's right! MY boss! I have to say, it was pretty awesome!
And I was really nervous about working full-time. What about my pups! But now that I've been doing it for a couple weeks, the pups seem quite fine and I'm really enjoying it. I like all my coworkers except I wish I could tape one's mouth shut (she's a 62 year old single crazy cat lady. She's lonely. I get it. But she talks. And she talks and she talks and she talks. And if I get up and leave, she talks to the wall or her soldering iron. And if I don't respond, she talks anyways. And then I feel mean, so I say "Mmmhmm" every few minutes, and it just gets her going more, and she keeps talking. Doesn't her mouth dry out? I don't even get it.)
Er, where was I? Oh yes. Job. I like it. :D