Xanga is very interesting.  I was reading some random other peoples’ journals, and I notice that we all write as though someone else wants to read what we’re saying.  I’m not sure if that’s true or not, but I really enjoy writing because I enjoy writing.  I’ve also been a journal keeper for many years, except that I never kept the journal.  What I mean is, I would write down a page as though I were keeping a journal, and then throw it out.  So I have no actual written record of any of my journals.  But I’ve always been in the habit, and I’ve always liked it.

I’m not sure what the point of that was, but I think it was to let myself know that my Xanga is not ever going to be popular with anyone but me, and to make sure that is ok.

Tonight at work, the systems went down for a couple of hours.  That means we can’t process instant credit.  That does NOT mean that the instant credit applications stop coming.  In actuality, it means that when the systems come back up, we’ll be swamped with hours and hours of catch up, and there goes my hopes for Voluntary Time Off tomorrow.

I’ve been having a tough time with this whole work thing.  When I’m not at work, I don’t want to be at work.  When I’m at work, I realize that I enjoy my job, and it’s not so bad.  Once I’ve been there for a while, I start to remember what I don’t like about it, and want to go home.  Once I’m at home, I look back, and it doesn’t seem like a long night at all.  It just keeps going in circles.  Really, I want to quit and not have to work there, but all in all, it’s not a bad place to work while I’m going through school. 

I have Tycho for another sleepover!  You should see the hives all over my face!  If I were a cooler person, I would take a picture of the hives and post it…but I’m not that cool.  Sorry. ><