Filofaxes and Keys

[kaitou]

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.

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[soranokumo.livejournal.com]

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.

This feels like something that will happen to me when I'm out on my own, too. >0_o< *GLOMP* Maa, here's hoping this will be a good week, though, ne? Despite holes in the pockets.