Hmm... Is this it? This is my job.

I sit at a desk and watch people on the machines. If this is all there is to it, then I'm golden. I NEED some time to myself, I've been saying that for the longest time, and I think this may just be my oppurtunity.

Here I though this would make me more busy. Of course, it is a Monday at 9:30 AM, so I'm sure it will get a lot busier than this, and I'm sure I'll get my share of problems, but for now I'm content, and a little paranoid. It's just that I can't imagine that I'll be allowed to just sit here and write and get paid for it. Maybe there's something I'm forgetting to do. Could that be it?

Jesus this old man at the microfilm machine is fucking screaming. Oh, it's just him clearing his throat...Whew. Sounded like he was dying.

Oh well, I helped that guy out once. I'll just sit here and wait for someone to ask for help, but for now...I'm content.

**train of thought stopped**

Okay it's about an hour later and I've done something. I went through and did some easy monkey-work. Putting away newspapers. This job is going pretty well. I met a co-worker whose name I've asked twice and forgot twice. Felicity? No... Fallafel? damn... Oh well, I'll try and look it up or something. She seems nice enough, and she's sitting like 2 ft away from me as I write, so I'd better change topics as I end the page so as not to start any major conflicts on my first day.

Well, only 20 mins to go and I'm out of here and off to the language lab to do as much as possible and attempt to receive a passing grade in German. After that, my day goes way downhill since I have 2 classes in a row which I can't stand. In Expository, we sit in awkward silence while the teacher asks us impossible questions about interpretations from these stupid stories we're reading. That takes forever. Then, it's off to German to try and figure out, through the teacher, which assignments I've missed and how badly I'm doing in the class. Oh yeah, I have a quiz to do in that class, also. I should really study the Ch. 2 vocab and grammar, but I probably won't. Again, short-term worrying, which is hectic, but probably better for me than the long, drawn out shit I went through in high school.

Makes for more interesting writing, too. How many times did I write about Mary and Alicia throughout my first two thought books? It was because that was what took over my mind. There was nothing else**Train of thought stopped**(whoops...first mistake, put the papers out too early before Enis?, Edith?...received them.) **edit: Enid.