Tuesday, the fourth day in my six day stretch at work. Which means, since it is morning, that I have to go through three more days of work before I am free from work for a few days. And then after my vacation, I have to work a five day stretch. It's times like this when I fear about growing up or having a full time job. If I dread going to work forty hours a week already, what would it be like when I'm actually older and have a career?

When I'm older, I plan on making enough for me in half a year so that the second half of the year I can go places or join the Peace Corps or something. I think that would be cool.

Speaking of which, yesterday at work, someone put on a mix CD with a few songs from Dashboard Confessionals. Does it make me a bad person if I say that I enjoyed it? And I'm going to listen to some more.

Okay, enough about work, tell me about your day.