| |
|
My first day of work went well; I do work that I could've done when I was in the seventh grade, if I could've made the hours. Fucking school. It rocks, because we're allowed to stay as late as we please until the project is done, so I can bogart some hours. I have coffee and pixie stix, and when I have enough caffiene and sugar, the hand of God can't stop me.
I forgot to ask how much I'm making though. So let's hope it's kind of a lot. |
|
|
