.do.i.work.at.a.spa?.

i started the new job yesterday, and just to give you an idea of how it's going, i'll start tell you a little story. my boss came into my cube at 5PM and said, 'it's a little late for you to still be here, especially since it's your first day of work...'. i looked at him incredulously. i'm sorry, what did you say?, i say in my head. it's 5PM. not even close to quitting time. at least the kind of quitting time that i'm used to. i feel like i'm in bedrock where the bell rings and fred drops what he's doing and jumps the fence to get on his dino ride. i responded to my boss that it's a little early, and i'd like to try to be more prepared to start the real work tomorrow. so i sit. and read. at 5:30PM, my boss comes in again, practically yelling, 'ok, now you're really here too late. go home! you don't need to read that before tomorrow! i appreciate that you want to, but you DON'T HAVE TO. SO GO HOME.'

i shit you not. he practially kicked me out.

where am i?

oh, it must be a spa.

am i even doing work?

these are the random thoughts floating in my head. because this can't possibly be work. however, i may take my words back in a couple weeks. but leaving at 5:30??? unheard of.

i haven't had a drinky drink in a while, but i did last weekend, and i think i will this weekend too. we decided to try out the wineries in napa, and annie b. and i got smashed as all hell. it was hilarious. i think i sustained mine the longest, and i had so much fun. i think annie did too. and this weekend a's sister is having her bday party night on saturday, and it's all you can drink. may as well drink it up! i usually don't feel the need to drink a lot. but now, i think, why not?? enjoy it now while i can.

i need to work out.

oh, good times.