i think i had a dream last night involving $130 sushi, filling out forms, and eating in my middle school cafeteria with a co-worker from my last job. wtf?

my mornings would be so much more interesting if i remembered details from my dreams on a regular basis.

why is it that in most [but certainly not all] cases, it seems as though there is an unspoken onus on ME to visit everyone ELSE? i realize i don't live in a glamorous city, or divine apartment. but i like to think i'm hospitable. it's fun to have visitors. i've got beds and couches galore. apparently, i myself am not enough of a draw for a sporadic visit or two.

or, perhaps, this is just the life of a stable twentysomething single. the ability to just pick up and go is a nice thing to have. then again, so are guests.

excuse my momentary insecurities. i think it's going to be one of those weeks.

the post office does, or does not, pick up mail from your home mailbox, so that it can be sent to various locations?

normally, i would say the answer is yes. but for whatever reason, my local post office seems to think the answer is What? why should i bother taking your mail? here, i'll even deliver new mail AND LEAVE YOUR FILTHY PARCEL WITH YOUR ADDRESS LISTED AS THE RETURN ADDRESS AND WITH CLEARLY UNCANCELLED POSTAGE IN YOUR MAILBOX AND PRETEND I DIDN'T EVEN SEE IT. what do you think this is, my JOB?

wtf?

it's a brisk 70 degrees fahrenheit here and MY AIR CONDITIONER HAS ACTUALLY BEEN TURNED OFF. praise Jesus.

in other news, i've been watching the train wreck known as "hit me baby one more time". don't ask me why, because i don't know either. apparently, acts from the 80's and early 90's, who have long since fallen off the national radar, return to possibly humiliate themselves on nationwide television. for the most part, this is successfully accomplished. aging rockers go far beyond the realms of comedy, and straight into pure sadness. tiffany, of "i think we're alone now" fame, paired a decent voice with hideous outfits. i don't seem to recall her ever being that... er... busty. is she pregnant? i hope she's pregnant. or maybe nursing. the phrase "breasts as big as your head" kept chanting through my mind. yikes.

however, amidst the Remakes Gone Wrong feel of the night, i was pleasantly reminded of arrested development [uh, the group, not the show]. sadly, i missed "tennessee", but caught their rendition of "heaven" by los lonely boys. nice. though i never have understood the deal with the old man. what's the deal with the old man? i don't get it.

and you wonder why i haven't been blogging. this is it, folks. lame-o.

today is the day that i went through all the miscellaneous CRAP that is in my office. most notably, the desk drawers.

oh. my.

this is only a brief list of discoveries:

- eight different post-it flag incarnations
- three white-out correcting tape contraptions
- two letter openers
- twenty-one mechanical pencils
- four regular pencils
- four colored pencils [yellow, blue, red, and green]
- thirty-four various pens
- innumerable paper clips
- even more rubber bands
- eleven highlighters
- seventeen official-looking, but mysterious, keys

and various and sundry other office supplies too numerous to mention here. this is not counting the indiscriminate tub-o'-writing-utensils on my desk.

i'm feeling much better about my desk space. before, i felt like i had to wash every time i grabbed something from a previously unexplored portion of the office. now, it's only about every other time.

next stop: ordering stacking trays to resolve the heinousness of The One Tray Inbox. how people handle one big steadily growing heap of "horizontal filing" is beyond me.

it's been a long week. new job, adjusted schedules, social events, trip to columbus, late evenings all around. doesn't sound like too much, but for this mdog, there's been a lot of stuff going on.

i hope life settles into a normalized groove soon. things are well, but busy. i'm thankful for the weekend and ready to take a breather.

g'night.

things are still well here in the basement.

what i'm learning the most is that my biggest woe when getting rejected while i was searching for my first "real" job -- "so what if i don't have experience? look! i have a degree in this field! did you see that? an education from the sixth best accounting program in the nation!" -- is not nearly as valid as i previously imagined. for better or for worse, job experience goes a looooong way. at least as far as financial accounting goes. i'm catching on not because of anything i learned in ACC 321 or 468, or because of my sheer brilliance [though of course, that helps]; but because hey! i've done this before! this isn't so foreign!

yes, i know this isn't exactly rocket science. but i'm a little slow sometimes.

day one: so far, so good.

everyone seems friendly and happy. the woman i will be working with, who is currently training me, is great. our supervisor, who initially interviewed me, is also great. making my way around the accounting system [peachtree, for those in the know] should be a relative breeze.

i'm now in an area of town where i can walk to various restaurants for lunch, although probably not so much for any breaks. this is novel for me. and convenient, since driving elsewhere for lunch runs you the risk of never finding a parking spot again [although this will be less risky starting next week, when most students will be gone for the summer].

note to self: wear sensible shoes if planning to walk uptown for lunch.