Paul Romein

Last night I went over to my buddies house to fix his computer, and I spent the night there. When we all woke up to get our days started, my buddy was letting every little thing irritate him.

He didn’t get around to eating breakfast, which means he is going to have to buy breakfast, and since he is heading straight to work…an hour early, because he JUST doesn’t have enough time to really do anything else. Since he was heading to work, that also means that he is also going ot have to spend his money for lunch aswell. And he is also planning to head over to my house later where we have our guys night and we usually run off to go buy food. Three bought meals. Not very appealing.

Also, he has this allergy to something in the air making him sneaze everywhere, and because he is complaining, he is complaining about complaining…etc etc…

So we’re driving down the road to my work and he’s complaining the whole way, and I came up with a nice pearl of wisdom for why he should relax and let it all go. I tured to him and responded to his complaining with, “You only have one morning every day.”

=)

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I sit here in my new office job at my new desk. I know what people mean now when they say something like “I earned these cubical walls”. It’s like the more walls they have, the higher they are in the company.

I am but 18 years of age, making me the youngest employee that this 20 or 30 person company has hired. Not only that, but I am the only employee they have ever hired without any background training in their area of expertise.

For the past couple of months I have been floating around other people’s desk’s while they are out, never knowing where I will be working. Some days I find myself at four different desks throughout the day! But now things have changed. I accepted their offer of a full time position. This offer included the promise of a raise, benifits, and my own workstation!

The workstation…The workstation? Well, I got the workstation. It’s a computer on a desk with wheels at the end of the hallway! The only cubical walls that I have really, is the one infront of me that keeps my desk from being in the middle of the hallway!

In conclusion, I would love to write a nice long paragraph on how weird it is to be placed here, but I would rather let you just chuckle a little if you sit in your own cubical – don’t take your cubcal walls for granted.