All together now...I hate my job, I really hate my job. I hate my job, I really hate my job (prefeably to the tune of Bethoven's 5th). This place gives me a headache. So far I've downed 3 Advil, a meatball sub (bad) and an order of fried cauliflower (really bad). Sigh. Nothing like some comfort food to get you through the day. Part of the problem, not the solution.

I thought my obit story from Sunday was still on the paper's webpage but I guess it has been moved off by now. Check out the site anyway. Not bad for a 40,000+/- paper in the middle of Pennsylvania. Wish that was my full-time place of employment.

End of the Summer. I kid you not, something better happen by the end of the summer or else I'm going back to Wal-Mart. Anything is better than where I am now.