Filofaxes and Keys

It's weird being a happy little cog in a company now, after working some very non-cog like jobs. And I really am happy, even though I've been complaining a lot the last few weeks.

It's just weird sitting at my computer at my desk having important e-mail directed at me, the 'Quality Assurance Coordinator.' I just realized that I even have my very own filofax.

Then I go home from work, pay my bills, clean the kitchen, try to make something marginally nutritional. I feel like a little kid pretending to be grown up.

Of course, this feeling isn't helped, when in the middle of talking to the Assistant Plant Manager my keys fall through a hole in my pocket through my pants to the floor.