Lemme tell ya somethin. Work today = Not Kosher.

I go into work, and I'm all ready to do my thing, and the floor boss comes over and is all like "Ellsworth, we need you in the hole today buddy!". Ok, for reference, anything named "The Hole" isn't exactly a great place. especially when referring to manual labor (resist the urge to pervert that statement). Anyway, "The Hole" is a place in the far corner of this gigantic building, where most/all of the packages being shipped to Illinois are sent to. Now you say, Illinois? not a very populated area, given it does have Chicago, but come on! It was PACKED full with packages today. I worked my rear to the MAX. But it was one of those times where you work so hard that it's funny. Myself and the other guy were just making jokes all day about how crappy it is. I laughed, I cried, I ate Doughnut Stix (spelled that way too, so you can imagine the succulent flavor).

Anywho, it's been a rather exhausting day, and I found that I don't infact get screwed by my nightclass which interferes with work. I just get a day off.

what a grand occassion.

that and I'm very content with my classes thusfar. So good (I just hope I don't jinx myself).