What I want

A labradoodle

Injury # 200039484934

People who know me well will probably describe me as being accident-prone. My injuries, mostly self-inflicted never seem to end. Whether it's bumping into things, tripping over objects or cutting myself while cooking, I somehow always seem to find ways to add on more bruises and cuts to my already battered body.

Today was no exception. During work, a coworker accidentally kicked a board underneath the table which came undone and just so happened to hit me straight in the leg. That's gonna bruise. *sigh*

Let's just hope I don't kill myself when I'm in Chicago.

Love

Apparently, James figured out the secret formula for love.
More to come.

Grown up stuff

I'm doing big girl stuff now. You know, things like paying the bills, cooking for myself, making sure my checks don't bounce, and oh yeah, working a full-time job. Didn't think I'd make it this far, but I'm still here after my first week of training. Not sure what is exactly in store for me this upcoming week, but as of next weekend, I'll be jetting off to Chicago to go through 2 weeks of intense training at the company's analyst school.

From what I've heard, it's supposed to be both challenging and fun. We'll see how it goes. :)

Last night of freedom

Less than 24 hours to go before I officially end my career as a bum and enter the professional workforce. Woot. Downside is, I'm coming down with a bad cold. I've been sneezing, coughing, and oozing snot for the past few days. What a great way to start my career as an analyst. I hope I don't sneeze on anyone tomorrow.

I'm excited about the transition though. After spending the past three months lounging around the house in my PJs, I think it's about time I gain some structure in my life with the help of a 9 to 5 job.