i've been somewhat more frustrated at work the last couple of days. i'm counting down the number of shifts i have left and have admittedly been developing a "hey, if they have a problem with what i'm doing, i've only got X number of shifts left anyway" attitude...

i randomly started thinking about a kid i went to elementary school with during the middle of my shift tonight and about how he tormented me one day on the seesaws. i was in second grade, i think he was in fourth or something. and i started wondering where this kid was and what he was doing with his life and if he is now as much of a dick as he was as a little child. i think this could be an indication that i need to go back to school--now...

three-fourths of my house is together--the fourth fourth is getting antsy to get back and complete the puzzle...