My new job rocks. (I feel like I'm writing: Brinkley. Brinkley is my dog.)
Anyway, it does. I come there, people tell me I'm a genius (except Mary, the receptionist, who was told that I'm good at computers - ?), they laugh at my jokes, I laugh at their jokes, I get to talk to intelligent people all day, when I make dumb mistakes they are patient, etc., etc.
Plus, in a few weeks I am going to meet 70 new friends.
Can I stay here forever?
2 comments:
oh believe you me, we are eating lentils every night. So it's not TOO comfortable. (good timing to become a vegetarian eh? right before seminary?)
On the other hand.. it is still America, the land of having whatever you want (pretty much).
OOh, like Maggie, ta da ta da?
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