The clip part of my phone's cover came off. Yay for pockets. Woke up before alarm clock. Must call Darkside later.
I never want to become jaded to the thrill of travel. The oil and metal and heat smell of the passing bus was invigoratin
Half dreamed about teaching the LF about the words that are not quite right and how they were supposed to be different.
Finding the right word is like using the controller to move your guy but you can't get it to go where you want.
The word of the day is 'scurvy' according to what the boys are talking about.
Work, hooray. It's the kind of day when I wonder what I'm doing here (now), but before it was kind of good. I am monitoring right now, hooray monitoring. (Sometimes monitoring bores me silly.)
Earlier, Grandma Cinderella went out and got us all muffins and orange juice. We were most appreciative. Rev. Not-So-Nice Super and Homie G. Super were confused when I mentioned scurvy, and giggled that a kid at my cousin's college got scurvy from eating exclusively ramen. This led to a discussion on scurvy, and Googling for photos of people with scurvy, and a brief pirate craze.
Rev. Not-So-Nice Super was singing very bizarre songs with bizarre rhymes. I wrote down some of them, but they're out on my other desk.
"Jackrabbit" rhymes with "crack habit". Thus speaks Rev. Not-So-Nice Super.
The new guy, I dub "Curious George", because he has a billion questions about everything. Which is understandable in a new hire, but ... there's something about him.
We'll see. Most people get chilled out after a couple weeks here. And he doesn't keep asking about the same thing, unlike some former employees I could mention *cough*onemanbaldnuditycrusade*cough*
I drew sketches of Stressy College Chick, Rev. Not-So-Nice Super, and Homie G. Super. Homie G. really liked his, and had me sign it.