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I'm a college student; well 5th year junior,work in a library, enjoy rock climbing, movies, and self defeatest humor.
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Monday, December 26, 2005  
Early Twenties VS. Early Thirties


It's 11:00pm on a Monday night. While watching a DVD from NetFlix and drinkin' a beer I started to crave a burger. Well the guy on TV was eating a HUGH burger and it looked sooooo good, that I would call it GROOD. That’s GReat + gOOD. Know what I’m sayin'?

So I in my twenties I would have gone out or rather been out with my boyz (yes I know I used a Z, and I'm white) and had a burger with my beer. Now I'm not sayin' that I don't do that now, but back then it would have been a MORE regular occurrence. So tonight as I feel the craving take hold I walk to my fridge for another beer and think about that burger.

I pop the top on a beer and take a drink. I then make a Multi-grain bagel with low fat turkey, 2% cheddar cheese, baby spinach leaves, and a little bit of a ginger dressing, sandwich. It was a DAMN GROOD sandwich by the way.





Wednesday, December 07, 2005  
The Cock of the walk.


Since I was give the award mention in the prior post, I have had a few people comment about it at work: "don't let it go to your head", "you can stop sucking up you already won", "he's to good to say hi now", "oh look greatness has blessed us", etc…. It’s just my co-worker ragging my ass, as I would expect.

Today I observed a training session because I am going to be one of the new trainers. As things rapped up I walk around the room with a large trash bag and emptied small trashcans and took trash off of tables. I had tucked my tie into my shirt so that I would not get any cola, fruit juice, or ranch-dip on it.

I come to the table of a woman that I used to see every day, but her office moved to another part of the building a few weeks ago. She looked at me as I ask, "are you done with this stuff?" She replies, "well aren't you all high and mighty now." I just say "what?" She continues with, "Mr. Spirit Award winner, Mr. big shot. Don’t let it go to your head." I hold open the trash bag, and drop her plate of half-eaten cookies, fruit, and chips in. Then I reply "I'll try to keep both feet on the ground."





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