Why Is There No Chad?

Oh, real-world. How the tales of your coming were vastly overblown.

I'm working! That is to say, I have worked, and note the lack of the use of the word "produced". No one can say that in my three days I have been able to be terribly productive. The crazy holiday start-time has put a lot of things out of whack and I won't begin my actual orientation until the 8th of January. You think that would stop someone from trying, but not this guy. I've been dicking around and wiring up huge shelves of electronics all day and not once did I shock myself or start a fire. There is, just in case, a 5 ft plastic pole just around the corner in case I experience "continuous shock" you can beat the fuck out of me with it.

I am, actually, in a communal cubicle with two other people, and I could use some tacky cubicle-shit to decorate. I've got a cute little blue teddy bear with blood dripping out of its mouth and I think that's going to be a good start. The guy across the aisle has a little remote-control farting thing. I gotta man up.

But the winter vacation is the absolute shiznit. Well, this year anyway. Company policies, blah blah blah, I get two 4-day weekends which culminate into a two day work week next week. So, rock out. I'll be back late the 22nd and leaving early the 26th. My New Years plans are sketchy at this point, but let me just go ahead and put out there that I will host anyone that wants to stop-by the Pennsylvania division of the Kober House.

Right now, I shit you not, my cat is snoring under the kitchen table. It's so goddamn cute. I had to turn the volume up on the TV. "Bones" is on. Hmmmm. 3 stars.

That's all that's fit at this point. I'll let you know if I think of anything. LKDC:XM4S! This Saturday. 9pm.