  ... Zwei. I'll keep you like a secret. ... The past few weeks ( months, years ) have been building up to this point: Junior year is officially over . In a little over two months I'll be parking in the school-goddamn-parking lot ! Fuck the Legion! I really didn't feel like working today, and kept my fingers crossed that my boss wouldn't be in any mood to train me in the office. The older of her two dogs had to be put down yesterday... I found out when I showed up at two and everyone was standing outside; they sent me home.
It was really sad; she was a really sweet dog, and she lived a good long life. ...So I called and they told me to come in, and I went, but I didn't take another shower! Mwuah-hah-hah! Working in the office isn't so bad. It's not terribly exciting, but I get to kind of see how things work; I open bills and sort them, and file papers, and organize little things, and, of course, make " booklets ". I hate "booklets". Copying page after page of " Trainers' Tips! " and " Doggie Day Camp! "... Its cute, but not that cute. Don't get me wrong, I love my job- I like the people there (most of them, at least...), I love dogs, and I feel so "accomplished" ( ::corny smile:: ) when I get things done, or when a customer on the phone says I've been "so helpful!
" and asks for my name- I love that. I like playing with the dogs out on the floor, but I wish I could play with them all individually without them all getting jealous and clamoring for attention. All the tedious organizing and c o l o r coding actually sort of fits with my anal-retentive perfectionist self. (I like c o l o r coding! ) I don't know, I feel like some kind of weight has been lifted now that schools over, but I still don't really feel... I don't know... free . "Adulthood: The land of anti-climaxes" 
