Hope November is Better

Those returnables are kicking my ass right now. I’m still doing everything on foot, so I’m getting tons of steps.

My oatmeal is too hot. It is burning my tongue.

Haven’t heard anything about my car. I called yesterday afternoon and they said they’d call, but they haven’t. Which is just as well, I suppose.

Spray Tan Fan waved and waved at me from the other end of the production floor until I scowled and reluctantly held up my hand for a millisecond. Then he thumbs-upped.

Take a goddamned hint, man.

On the bright side, I got pumpkin raisin bread again today.

I have about nine minutes left. What else should I tell you?

I like my new glasses. I think they look cute on me. But no, sorry, I will not take a selfie. I am too selfie-conscious.

What else? I may stop into HR after work and tell her about a friend who might be interested in working here. And some other things. I tried yesterday afternoon, but it didn’t look like anyone was around.

That’s about all the time I have, my friends. Have a nice afternoon.