When I come into work, there’s always a stack of projects waiting for me on my desk.  There’s web articles to review, blogs to edit, marketing data to analyze, keyword research to take care of, and a dozen other small things.  The morning goes by really quickly since I’m literally swamped with work.  Sometimes, I even have to be reminded that it’s lunchtime.  The afternoon slows down a little, mostly because I’ve gotten a good portion of my work done and everybody’s really just killing time until we can leave and go home.  Unlike most of the other jobs I’ve had, this one doesn’t drag.  Well, actually, it does, it just doesn’t drag that badly.  I worked retail at this mall bookstore and that dragged horribly.  Imagine sitting in a small bookstore at a mall for hours and hours and having nobody come in.  I had no enticement to go and be nice to the few customers that actually came in since I was paid hourly and didn’t get any commission for any extra sales I made or anything.  Sometimes, I’d flatten an empty box and lay down on the garage can behind the garbage can so that I could sit down.  My bosses didn’t like that, but thinking I was going to stay standing for 8 hours straight was ridiculous. 

Wicked Tickets

because everyone that we know has seen this musical. We were surprised to get tickets to see Wicked but had to sit on the upper balcony of the theater. While we were there, a woman had a heart attack. The ambulance came and two paramedics took her away. As the show carried on, we watched in horror as another theatergoer tried to get this woman’s heart pumping again. It was obvious that she was dead as she was blue in the face. As we were in the balcony, the performers had no idea that anything was going on and the paramedics soon took away the woman. It seemed as if she had gone to the theater with another elderly woman. My boyfriend and I offered to take the woman home. The strangest thing was that this woman who we ended up driving home was Mrs. Murphy, my second grade teacher. She was pretty shook up about her friend but didn’t seem to realize that she was dead. Neither Joe nor I wanted to say anything so we just chatted on our way back from the play. It turned out that Mrs. Murphy lived right down the street from me!

residential deck cleaning

service and hired them to go and rinse out the deck at the back of my parents’ house. I don’t know if they’d ever had that done in all the years they have lived there. But now the back deck looks good as new and they could even host BBQs out there if they ever had any. My parents have never been too social. When I was growing up in their house, I never even knew any of our neighbors. Sure, I saw them around. That was inevitable, but I never knew any of their names or what they did. The metra train ran near the house so there were these elevated train tracks nearby. Most of my friends lived on the other side of the train tracks, though it was really all the same neighborhood. One of my friends’ dads told me that when he was a kid those train tracks might have meant something and divide up the neighborhood. The kids would play baseball against each other and compete and be rivals over everything. I’ve never thought that way. I actually always wondered why my parents were never too friendly. Maybe they thought they were better than everyone else.