It's probably better if I don't blog today.
I mean, it's the night time now, so everyone has already posted and you've all read each other's entries and commented by now.
What's the point? Do I even have anything to say? Plus, I should be balancing my checkbook and paying bills online.
(And it's hard to concentrate because my husband keeps trying to talk to me.)
(Leave me alone.)
It's definitely been a Monday.
Today was my last day of downtown-Louisville training, and tomorrow I start working in my new bank branch. My days of strutting around between skyscrapers and eating yummy sushi or Jimmy John's for lunch every day were short lived (and expensive.Thus, avoiding the balancing of the checkbook.)
Things I won't miss:
* A fourty-five minute commute
* Paying $15.00 for parking (hopefully this will be reimbursed!)
* The wind between the downtown buildings (which seems to gust and blow and have no concern for the time it takes me to straighten my hair in the morning.)
* The snow flurries (today) and rain (all the other days) (which seem to have no concern for my hair, either.)
* Being away from home all day -- yes, I'll be giving up the yummy restaurant food, but when I come home I can blog, catch up on my reader, write, smoke cigarettes, take off my shoes,fart etc.
Hmm.
This blog post is going no where fast.
I really apolgize if you are still reading it. Bank training has sucked the creative and witty life right out of me.
Ohh, I do have one cool story, though.
I was in line for lunch today at Panera (on the bottom floor of the Aegon Tower) and Samardo Samuels and Edgar Sosa (Louisville basketball players) were in line in front of me.
I took a picture of them with my cell phone.
(My husband just made fun of me for that.)
The picture didn't even turn out very good, though... because I just got them in profile.
(And, really, trust me... the building is more attractive than those two boys anyway.)
(They were sweatyspice.)
I mean, it's the night time now, so everyone has already posted and you've all read each other's entries and commented by now.
What's the point? Do I even have anything to say? Plus, I should be balancing my checkbook and paying bills online.
(And it's hard to concentrate because my husband keeps trying to talk to me.)
(Leave me alone.)
It's definitely been a Monday.
Today was my last day of downtown-Louisville training, and tomorrow I start working in my new bank branch. My days of strutting around between skyscrapers and eating yummy sushi or Jimmy John's for lunch every day were short lived (and expensive.Thus, avoiding the balancing of the checkbook.)
Things I won't miss:
* A fourty-five minute commute
* Paying $15.00 for parking (hopefully this will be reimbursed!)
* The wind between the downtown buildings (which seems to gust and blow and have no concern for the time it takes me to straighten my hair in the morning.)
* The snow flurries (today) and rain (all the other days) (which seem to have no concern for my hair, either.)
* Being away from home all day -- yes, I'll be giving up the yummy restaurant food, but when I come home I can blog, catch up on my reader, write, smoke cigarettes, take off my shoes,
Hmm.
This blog post is going no where fast.
I really apolgize if you are still reading it. Bank training has sucked the creative and witty life right out of me.
Ohh, I do have one cool story, though.
I took a picture of them with my cell phone.
(My husband just made fun of me for that.)
The picture didn't even turn out very good, though... because I just got them in profile.
(And, really, trust me... the building is more attractive than those two boys anyway.)
(They were sweatyspice.)
Comments
And I don't work in a big city, so big buildings like that for me are sheerly amazing.
Louisville has skyscrapers?!
(Just kidding. I once stayed at a very nice Embassy Suites there once.)
Sorry you had a bad day.
Yeah, I'd hate a 45 minute commute. I had a 30 minute one to my last job and I HATED it.
There's always someone up and surfing blogs.
Hope you week gets better.
.......dhole
Thanks for the reality check, I'll keep my verbose Bam.
xxxooo