Not Him Who Would Know, Where In London To Find You

I got a new job. Nothing exciting. I'm working for a car rental company at the airport checking for any damages on cars that come in. Maybe it'll make working at Menards more exciting. Things are finally getting easier there, I finally understand how electricity works. I can even install a ceiling fan without looking at the instructions.

I'm trying to talk my advisor into allowing me to take a photography class, even though we're not allowed to take classes that aren't in our program. Speaking of...I found out how much I'll actually be making when I get out of school. Let's just say its the same as a Nurse and more than a chef. So I'm pretty hopeful for the future, if I get a job I want that is.

woo

We finally started to sort through all the junk that came with the house in the basement. Hundreds of random videos and cassette tapes. As well as dead mice and some dudes underwear.

Comments

Anonymous said…

Ew. dead mice.
~Morgan

1:13 PM, May 12, 2007

Anonymous said…

Anything nice? I can't wait to come to your new place sometime. Yeah, anyway... My life is going fine. Dad and I found you a new job, and the best part is you dont have to change stores: Be a lift driver for the lumber yard, it looks fun, just drive around carrying wood, looks fun!

3:59 PM, May 15, 2007

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