Workin' Hard

I have had my first grueling 17-hour work-week and I’m not going to lie to you - there were times when I just didn’t think that I would make it. I worked so hard for so long that my body just didn’t want to take anymore. Even after my fingers stopped moving and my eyes couldn’t focus any longer, I pressed on. I pressed on by taking lunch breaks every day. Even on the one which I was only at work for 4 hours. Especially on that one. THAT is the kind of dedication I bring to the table... workforce... thing.

I’ve touched upon it before, but I will now describe my job in more detail. Detail the likes of which mortal man has scarcely dreamed of. The thoroughest of detail: I type stuff. About cats. Sometimes I get other projects, but mostly it’s cat-typing. For example, today I had to enter some stuff about cats and split these pamphlets into 3 equal stacks. I think I did a pretty fantastic job. I do learn some interesting things, however. The most common cat name so far is “Tigger”. My favourite is “Mr. Vanilla Wafers”. That cat doesn’t know how lucky he is. Except he has feline AIDS. I think I just violated some sort of feline confidentiality code in telling you that, but I trust all of you anonymous interweb freaks to keep my secret.

Yay.