Fresh Faces

Seven people just came in. Or maybe it was eight. They're sitting in front of me, but I can't be bothered to count. Who the hell has that kind of time? I was aiming to finish "S" by today but by the looks of it, not happening until tomorrow at least.

So who are the hell are these people? No clue. So far all they're doing is staring into the void that's in front of them. And looking around. And accidentally making eye contact with me when I look around. And then hating themselves. Sounds like a lot of fun.

Heard they're not even employees. Maybe students. Maybe interns. Ah ha! You! Puny intern! You can do the filing work. I'll file my nails. And blog. And try to figure out what the hell I'm doing filing my nails.

You know I have this strong urge to ask the one nearest to me what they are here for, but you know me. I've always been the shy type. I've got half guys half girls, and all of them look decent. Not a single bad looking one. Goes to show how likely it was I got my job through raw wit and charisma rather than looks. And yes, I said seven people. Means three and a half of each gender.

I take that back. I just called someone and forgot immediately why I called her. Clearly, one whole week of experience is not enough. I shall conquer you one day, short term memory loss!

So after sitting here and nothing for a while, someone came in and told them to go for lunch and come back at 1. I don't even need a punchline for this because it's that funny.

The funniest thing just happened to me. I was dozing off right. And somehow my fourth left finger was resting on 'z'. Feel free to guess.

I need coffee man. Someone get me some.