volkov

Accomplished some good technical legerdemain at work today. My coworkers are calling me an idiot for mucking about with furnaces and vacuum pumps when I should have finished my degree a decade ago. I guess I agree...somewhat. At what point is it so important for me to be more than comfortable? Actually I do want more, but mainly I just want a job that I feel like I am meant for. anyhow


I am sitting here in my flannel pjs and thick wooly socks, flipping between the Bears v. Saints football game and an Ani Difranco DVD that I am watching. my best friend just called me a dyke.


edit: I should mention in her defense that she is a rather strong lesbian lady herself and knows about these things.