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The Offer Letter

Start date is still on August 9.

If I get through all the checking, it will certainly be nice to have a decent income again. I'm still bothered, though, by missing my daily soap operas.

Today was mid-term test day for all of the technician trainees at WORK. The material covered a good deal of customer service service stuff, but mainly focused on the tools used to find quick answers on the calls. There really wasn't a lot of technical stuff on the test which was sort of odd in my opinion.

The people who scored the highest on the test get first pick of what shift they want to work. I still don't think many folks took it very seriously.

During lunch, I went back to the county tax office to ask them to charge me a penalty. Darn the luck, the girl noticed that I had skipped a year in registration and she made me pay it . .another $55.00 down the drain. URK

A few weeks ago, Dede gave me a pile of clothes, among them, some nice sports type bras. I HATE wearing a bra, but have had to since I started hanging around at WORK. This morning, I suddenly realized that the sports bras would probably be MUCH more comfortable, so went out to the van to retrieve them. They had been stashed in a box of candles. (yeah, I have odd things in my van)

Sometime around noon, I did a BIG stretch and when I was straightening my blouse, noticed that I was oily. I guess the bra, living with a box of candles in the hot car had absorbed some parafin because I sure got slick and smell like candles.

ewwww I need to take a shower before bed tonight so I don't stain the sheets.