Yesterday, I quit my day job. I'll be starting a new job at the University in two short weeks (hooray!). That brings my total drinks from the "Job-Loss/Job-Gain Tankard" to THREE in the last ten days. I went for four years without drinking from said Tankard and I must say, I've missed it.
In a very short amount of time, I'll go from working 60ish hours each week down to a modest 37.5 hours. I'll be working like a normal person. And if I have been a force to be reckoned with these past four years, I'm going to be uber-scary in the near future. I enjoy very much the word uber and plan to use it frequently in my upcoming uber free time. I just hope it means what I think it means. I'm uber, thanks for asking.
I'm drinking a second-class type of coffee drink this morning and it's making me uber sad. I really wanted just a shot of espresso, but was talked into drip coffee. Now that Chris has wandered off, I'm going to shoot espresso.
Moral of today's story: the Job-Loss/Job-Gain Tankard is large. It's used rarely. It's colorful ugly.
An Erinku:
forgotten
feathered mouse
nestled in
blanket folds
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