money in the bank. i like it. my first pay day. and god, did i earn it. not because it's so difficult, no, but because of the boredom.
and because i have to listen to people who have so incorporated the job in themselves that they sound like robots and, no matter what question you are asking, only ever answer with the same sentence. may it fit or not.
i think i might be adopting the same strategy. a lot less hassle. i always felt pity for people who had to constantly repeat themselves. liek the lady in the elevator telling you which floor you are on and that the doors are about to open. well, eventually i found out that it was a recorded message of course. but somehow the magic was lost. you know when you are a child and everything is a bit mysterious and magical? i thought for a long time that they always had live bands playing on the radio for example and it wasnt quite the same when i found out that it's all just electronic. oh well. the good old days.
one note on my wrist. it's rather colourful and only hurts a bit. but it's not a style i'd like to hang on to
