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They told me I was doing a good job at work to-day. This is--uplifting. I've never been told that before.
(But I still hate working the evening shift. ^_~)
Katy was telling me all about her pet monkey. Apparently Don got drunk while he was at Fort Lauderdale, in the Navy, and air-mailed her home a baby spider monkey, which she then kept for several years. Don said, "She used to send me letters. She'd say, 'Don, the monkey's getting bigger', 'Don, the monkey's grown again'. And then she sent me a letter that said, 'Don, what did you send me, a gorilla?'.". The monkey only ate banana cream pie, and was scared of dogs, and climbed the curtains and slept with their children and hugged onto Katy when he was scared. I think that is the BEST STORY IN THE WORLD.
Also, Romaine tried to beat me up to-day, but since she's all of eighty pounds and can't stand on her own, as well as being blind in one eye, this kind of failed. (It was because I was trying to keep her from standing up and hurting herself by asking her to lie down, and holding her at the same time so she couldn't get up--and then along comes Bobby in his motorised wheelchair, and I said, 'Bobby, for heaven's sake tell her to lie down' and he said 'Lie down'. And Romaine did. I-- saklfjsdklgjaldjg algkl;zg! XD I was really proud of Bobby, though, because he has Down Syndrome, so understanding what I said and then giving an order based onnit was really good. <3 I love Bobby.)
I read my latin-english dictionary all through break, and something occurred to me. At some point in the future, no matter what me weight is, someone is going to interview me for being a Latin geek Hamlet scholar. This is officially my stay-sane motivation of the month.
...omg saturday is two days away...! :D :D :D
(But I still hate working the evening shift. ^_~)
Katy was telling me all about her pet monkey. Apparently Don got drunk while he was at Fort Lauderdale, in the Navy, and air-mailed her home a baby spider monkey, which she then kept for several years. Don said, "She used to send me letters. She'd say, 'Don, the monkey's getting bigger', 'Don, the monkey's grown again'. And then she sent me a letter that said, 'Don, what did you send me, a gorilla?'.". The monkey only ate banana cream pie, and was scared of dogs, and climbed the curtains and slept with their children and hugged onto Katy when he was scared. I think that is the BEST STORY IN THE WORLD.
Also, Romaine tried to beat me up to-day, but since she's all of eighty pounds and can't stand on her own, as well as being blind in one eye, this kind of failed. (It was because I was trying to keep her from standing up and hurting herself by asking her to lie down, and holding her at the same time so she couldn't get up--and then along comes Bobby in his motorised wheelchair, and I said, 'Bobby, for heaven's sake tell her to lie down' and he said 'Lie down'. And Romaine did. I-- saklfjsdklgjaldjg algkl;zg! XD I was really proud of Bobby, though, because he has Down Syndrome, so understanding what I said and then giving an order based onnit was really good. <3 I love Bobby.)
I read my latin-english dictionary all through break, and something occurred to me. At some point in the future, no matter what me weight is, someone is going to interview me for being a Latin geek Hamlet scholar. This is officially my stay-sane motivation of the month.
...omg saturday is two days away...! :D :D :D
