At work, again. Because I was the last clerk to sign up for June hours I got stuck with a crappy week to start the month...Sunday-Tuesday then back in Thursday for my training. Blah. Stupid training. I'm highly perturbed about that whole subject. Due to the fact that I have not been instructed into the mysteries of our new system (give me a break) I am not allowed to touch any of the new computers. None. Nada. Bastards. So tonight I'm sitting at the last crappy computer in our pod all the way at the end, closest to the door. I'm so short Ed didn't even realize I was here until an hour ago. Good part is it rained, again, today and most of our local events were cancelled or postponed. So I'm catching up on my reading. Picked up Helen Fielding's sequel to Bridget Jones's Diary, Bridget Jones: the edge of reason. I thoroughly enjoy these books. Mainly because I identify with the main character. Also can't imagine how cool it would be to live in a flat in London, picking up the accent.

I have this amazing ability to pick up accents. Weird, I know. Just one of my gifts. You should have seen me in Ireland. We were only there four days but I was talking like a native by the time we left. It got even worse when I was drunk. That one night I swear to god Marti and I were speaking with such a brogue that even the natives couldn't understanda us. LOL. Good times, good times.

NO word on the resume. I'm being impatient, I know. I just want something to happen soooo badly. The whole teacher thing is still there if this doesn't come through but for crying out loud I can't handle the suspense. I guess I'll have to take it out on the team we're scrimaging tomorrow night. The Dover High School varsity team. No really, we are. Lol, should be interesting. They were told they can't check but we can. Bring it on baby! I'll show those little whippersnappers a thing of two. Or not. Good lord, I probably won't be able to walk on Thursday.

Bring on the pain!

Anyone have any ideas for Father's Day gifts? As much as my father does not deserve it and should consider himself lucky that I am still speaking to him, I gues I should acknowledge his contribution to my genetic make up. Checked out L.L. Bean and saw some nice things. My dad isn't exactly the outdoorsy type. I can count on one hand the number of times my family went camping. Thinking about seeing if there is anything interesting on Amazon or maybe Red Envelope. Mom said he needs a new watch. I guess that's what he'll get then. I don't know. Like I said, he's lucky I still speak to him. Our relationship has definitely become very strained. No where near what it used to be. Sigh. I wish it could return to the way it was but those days are long gone.