Various things
Only in the most dire, unsalvageable cases of internet addiction will you find someone who has a job that entails being in front of a computer from 8am to 6pm, comes home to an ISP on downtime, and still gets withdrawal symptoms.
I say "someone", but, you know.
That's my excuse for not updating yesterday, and for failing to write here that last night, while I purchased a book at Kinokuniya, the cashier peered at me strangely and said, "You must be Rachel. idleThinK, right?"
And then shifting her glance to Oakley: "And you're the one with the tree name."
My internship ends this week. The Boss-person is sad to see me go, and as a symbol of his gratitude and affection for me, he bestowed upon me - yes - another enormous project. Really, I would have settled for dinner or something.
Before I leave, I will say it. I will I will I will. I will go up to those subhuman, Gorgonic EVIL WOMEN in Human Resources and ask them, in beguilingly dulcet tones, "I thought the requirement for working in Human Resources is that you're, you know, human."