I owe you all humungous-sized blogs. I know I know. Bear with me, I'm sleepy when I get home and or doing work! Yes extra work when I arrive at my domicile.

Work Report
Work has been cool so far - amazingly for the first week. I'm settling in alright and getting familiar with the people and the place. I'm still relatively quiet, but getting to know the guys. It's kinda quiet (boring?) in the art room, which I would have imagined to be more uhm alive. There's not enough posters and pretty things. Not a bad colour scheme - nice periwinkle blue, which is a favourite of mine. Creativity is needed. Badly. Wish could re-decorate it all. It IS an art room after all. It's small...after all it is a small business. Small, cramped, but cosy I suppose. I'm thinking there is way too much light in there. One little radio in the darkroom provides the music - which is not really my taste. Wish I could organise some headphones, but will have to take that up with boss. Gah. Will wait a while.

Think need to have talk with either receptionist or boss to find out what the hell I am allowed to do to be more comfortable. Think when new computer comes in and I get the old iMac (grr), and I establish self at desk properly, will have to decorate my little espacio. Need pretty, fuzzy, glittery things. Will probably get stolen! Gah. I obviously need to work with crazy people. These folks aren't very crazy. It's a shame too. *think*

I have my lunch right in there. There's no real lunch room - just a small small kitchen with 2 Rubbermaid chairs. Not very spiffy. I could go out and chill maybe in the net cafe around the corner, but that's boring, because there's no one to hang with - yet. Shaun should be back at work soon so I figure things will get better...I hope. Thank God someone half familiar in the building, but he isn't working with me. :( Still thanking art room gods for being able to eat there. Can also take shoes off and no one complains - perhaps because my feet smell nice too I guess.

There's no phone, so if you want to chat with moi please call me on cell. *sniff* Yes I get really bored at lunch time. Remind me to switch to Postpaid soon. Ugh. Have a million voice mails andcannot check unless I put money on phone, which is disgusting to do. *stewps*

So I'm into these Macs now. I'm working with a G3 for the past week - horrid Convent* colour (turquoise), but workable and slow as hell, but decent. Unfortunately working with Photoshop 5.5 (think am going to carry in 7 very soon) and Illustrator 8 (which is hell because there's no pretty features. also want to convert them to using 10, but there may be bugs...but still!). Ever see a Mac crash? I can show you. Several times too. Boom! PC's have the blue screen of death, Macs have an itsy bitsy little message with a stupid bomb on it. I don't know which is worse. Really.

Notes : * - Convent colour. I have an aversion for turquoise now - even though I believe it is my birthstone. After wearing a dark turqoise skirt for 7 years, I hate wearing, seeing, having anything to do with that colour. :P Just so you know if you didn't already.

Anyways I'm getting half used to dragging self out of bed via cell alarm at 5:30 am. Ungodly hours I tell you. Sometimes I almost nod off in work in the afternoons coming down to 4:30. If I get a good job though I brighten up. If it's a cruddy job I want to just crawl under the desk amind many cables and just drift off. Sleep has been a rare commodity, so with that I'm back off to bed. Last night I turned in pretty early and got up around 4 this morning and have been doing work, and othe rmiscellaneous clean-up (no not room) activities. Gosh room needs cleaning today. According to Rav, this adult responsibility things sucks. Am so vegging today. I hope. The girls should be here tonight chilling. There is Bailey's after all.