Clothespins

"Take a deep breath and you walk through the doors; it's the morning of your very first day."
-Taylor Swift

And that's the only part of that song that really applies here.
Except maybe the "La la la la la" part.

My first day was awesome.
And my office is awesome.
And the green tea that I bought from the Dollar Tree is awesome.
(seriously- 80 bags of tea-y goodness for $1)

But most of all, I like what I do.
Today, I got to reconcile some bank statements.
Do you know how unbelievably life-fulfilling that is?
No?
Ok. Well, you're not me and that's understandable because no one's me-er than me according to Dr. Seuss.
But the best part about my job is...my job.
And that's a win.

However, I do have a public service announcement for Savannah drivers:

TO SAVANNAH DRIVERS COLON

YOU WERE BEING SO GOOD DOWNTOWN STOP YOU WERE MOVING AND YOU WERE SO WONDERFUL STOP AND THEN YOU GOT ON THE INTERSTATE AND GOT RETARDED STOP AND I AM NOT USING THE WORD RETARDED IN A DEROGATORY SENSE STOP YOU WERE SERIOUSLY BEING SLOW STOP STOP BEING SO SLOW STOP STOP IT STOP

Ok. We're good.
Until tomorrow at 5:45.

I think it'd be cool to make a workout program called Pontius Pilates. It would be like having an ancient Roman governor for your personal trainer.
Or like Richard Simmons being a Roman governor.
Don't you even think about doing less butt crunches than suggested.

Mike: You weren't planning on going anywhere tonight, right?
Me: Right. Unless, you know, duty called.
Mike: Who's duty?

"Explosive touchdowns" sounds way more exciting than it really is,
TWS