I never used to one to drink coffee. Now that I am up so early every morning (5:50 am) I find that I need something warm and cafenated to help kick start the old engine. Hot chocolate just doesn't do it neither does tea. So I figured out how much milk and sugar to add to my coffee so that it tastes good. I even have that one place I go to every day. One guy who works there makes jokes about how he is going to give flavored coffee instead of the regular blend I ask for. I truely have fallen into the norm of he business world. Except of course that I type up blogs at work.
At least when they give me something to do I have it finished on time or sooner. But when there is nothing to do no amount of coffee could keep me from wanting to sit back and close my eyes for five minutes. At least typing a blog keeps me awake for a few more minutes.
I dont have the time before I leave my house to do my make up. So I do it when I get to union. I always have an hour to blow. This morning it was -1 out. I decided to where my hat and I would fix my hair at union. I got to washroom and looked in the mirror and thought if a young child saw me they would probably run away sreaming. I was such a frightful sight. I had my coat with the big hood on it so I was hidden for most of the way. Just imagine what I will look like when I am old and wrinkly, oh so scary. I could be a wicked old witch for halloween without even dressing up. I didn't end up dressing up this halloween (not enough time) so if anyone asked I was an over worked under appreciated mom. Well I think this should be the end of this blog so long for now. I will return ( insert evil laugh).
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old engine? sheesh, I thought you were a youngin'.
And, for the record, blogging is the cool thing to do at work. Well, at least when your boss is on conferences. How do you think mine gets updated???
Random note before I go: Coke works SOOO much better than coffee (and tastes miles better too)
hey if i could i would blog at work. but my job sucks so i can't. i hate you two becasue you have desk jobs. and by hate i mean love.
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