  Well, it's my last day of work here at the University, so I thought, 'what better way to waste company time than to create a new journal? 'So here I am.&nbsp; I've given up on my blog much for the same reasons that Cathy did.&nbsp; Too many people with the address, not enough privacy.&nbsp; And really, what I want in a journal is to be able to write what I want to write, not what others might want to read. Frankly, my life isn't that exciting right now. I don't have a whole lot of 'events' to write about--really, does anyone want to read about my day at work or cooking dinner with my boyfriend? Didn't think so. So I'm setting out to write a journal for me.&nbsp; I want to be able to write about what I'm thinking and feeling--the good and the bad, without having to censor anything.&nbsp; Welcome to Heather's Spot.
So ya, it's my last day of work at Western. As of 4:30 pm, I no longer have to look up mail (or pretend to) for 7&nbsp; hours a day in a windowless, grey cubicle. I'm free! Consequently though, I'm jobless. Well, sort of. I'm working for the catering company tomorrow night, so that's good. And my mom's friend seems to think that by the time I get back from Saskatchewan he'll have a job for me in the A&amp;P bakery, which would be great. Considering that I'm going back to school in September, it doesn't really make sense for me to look for my dream job, only to leave in September.&nbsp; So baking is right up my alley.&nbsp; The old stomping ground.&nbsp; Hopefully the hours will be a little flexible, since I already have a couple days I can't work due to Beth's wedding. I hope it's straight days--mornings would be ideal.&nbsp; Anyway, I think maybe I'll work for a little bit now, I'll probably be back later, since I really don't feel like doing anything today.&nbsp; Knowing that Matt's vacation has started now and he's hanging out at home makes me really REALLY not want to be here.&nbsp; Honestly, what kind of sadistic jerk would make my last day at work the Friday after a holiday Thursday? Why make me come back? ?&nbsp; It's not like I'm doing anything anyway... Heather's first post, signing off. 1:35 p.m. Yup, still wasting time.&nbsp; I've gone for lunch (took my time coming back) and I'm completely out of things to do.&nbsp; LET ME GO HOME! !&nbsp; I went to ask my boss if there was any sort of special task she'd like me to do, and she said the most dreaded of all activities: file.
I don't think anyone but me understands the horridness of this chore.&nbsp; It's 2 walls full of shelves and files, and stacks upon stacks of random pieces of mail to put away. It bites. More than I can possibly explain.&nbsp; So, instead of doing that, I'm currently pretending to look up the 5 articles of mail that came in the 12:30 delivery, wondering how this can possibly tide me over until the 2:30 delivery when, in theory, I'll have something to do.&nbsp; I've already organized my cubicle, but I haven't taken my pictures down yet.&nbsp; I'll do that just before I leave.&nbsp; So really, I'm at a loss.
Again, I DO NOT WANT TO FILE. Crap! I was just busted my soon-to-be ex-boss! Gotta go... 
