I OWE, I OWE

In the background of my mind, I hear a "funeral dirge" slowly playing to set the mood.  Time is up; the party's over; or however you want to say it - "It's back to work I go."  Y E S.  The day is Thursday.  I go to Traditions, for the fourth time.  I should be able to teach the class, but I'm getting paid to attend and if I answer the questions correctly, I get a small polymer character as a prize.  All is not lost.

I have finally worked my way back to the big "D" as my employer. I'm surprised, but I'm excited to be going back to work.  My days will be S,M,Tu.  Not sure about the hours yet, but it really doesn't matter to me.  It would be nice if Mock and I had the same hours, but Ween doesn't care, so I don't either.

Traditions Class, for those who are wondering, is a class of indoctronation about the company.  It is a full 8-hr day but it starts at 7:30 am, so we're done by 3, usually.  As a trainer, I used to pick newbies up from this class.  This will be a different role for me.  It's at DU and not bad at all, if I remember correctly.  I'm supposed to go to work on the next available shift.  I'll be working at the Poly inputting information for their two larger restaurants.  Hey.  It's a job and a new adventure.  And, you all know how I am about new adventures.  Wahoo!!! I get my magic pass back.