Hump Day

Ever since I quit teaching about forever ago I never got the whole hump day thing, since most of my jobs lately didn't care about petty stuff like weekends or holidays, most of the time I worked on both weekends and holidays, but now I'm firmly on my third day as a grown up and hump day has a new meaning to me.  I can't wait for Friday, if for nothing else than to just sleep in late on Saturday.  I'm not a morning person; I don't think I can change that.  Maybe it's woven into our genetic makeup and there's nothing you can do to change it. Of course, my younger sister says that if I were to actually go to sleep before 3a.m. waking up at 6 would be no problem, but what does she know? So far the job is good, nothing hard or even anything too annoying which was usually my biggest problem.

The people I work with are pretty cool, nobody has an ego and bad jokes abound.  My immediate supervisor tends to sip on a large cup of undisclosed contents all day long and gets happier as the day goes by, and I think I've smelled vodka on her breath.  It really is a lie that you can't smell the stuff and not tasting it is pretty much an urban legend.  Maybe I should start doing a little sippy sip to get through the day or at least this one.  One of the best things about this job is that there is a tiny itty bitty library, I think my bedroom is larger, about 5 minutes away so I can spend my lunch hour here doing this or reading a book, and hopefully it'll help out with the diet.