Friday, June 21

Work is strange. I don't know if it's my work yet, but it's still work, and it's still strange. They have this way of not supplying me with all (or much) of the information I need. They say: this is where the numbers go. I say: what numbers? They say: oh, you'll get it. It's neat. This way, I work, and I work, and then I find out that I've been doing something wrong all along. Yet this doesn't seem to be enough of a problem for them to actually give me a list of policies or procedures or even tips. OK. It's Friday. I'm done.
As much as I was enjoying the idea of sitting outside tonight, I sure do love thunderstorms. Even those that get me out of bed at 5 AM to close all the windows. Yeah! Summer! :)

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