Color Me Lethargic.

Apparently there are, because I am one. After being here only a short time, I have been given a new title: Assistant eBay Administrator. Basically, I keep an eye on the sales guys and make sure the web stuff is up-to-date along with another guy. I like it here, but traffic blows.

I swear, people don't think when they're driving to and from work. I saw an accident on 170 yesterday where the tail end of an Escort was jammed up into the passenger seat. I swear, I big vehicle going about 70 MPH must have done that, because that car was CRUNCHED.

Micromanaging: It's my job. I've always hated being micromanaged, so I have this internal conflict about doing it myself, but I have to do what the owner says to do and the salesmen have to put up with that. Yes, it sucks, but at least it pays. I tend to be apologetic about it, so I'm kind of waiting for the guys to try to walk all over me, but it has yet to happen, so we'll see. They're really nice guys, middle-aged with careers under their belts and in the market for something new, but they can also be intimidating. Here I am, 22, female, right out of college, and I get to harp on these guys to no end. I'm just glad that 85% of our communication is over e-mail.

I'm house-sitting for a high-school teacher right now. He has two dogs, one of which is pretty old, and he was fearful of putting them in a kennel while he went to Canada to fish with friends. The dogs are attention-starved, as they've only known him for who knows how long, and they're all kinds of excited to be aound me for the time I'm there. I miss my Silly at night, but my Gran is a good cat-sitter, and perhaps this will give him some time to explore his new surroundings without the protection of Mommy all the time. Regardless, this house has HBO and a big screen. Score.

Well, I had better get back to this odd thing called work. Give me a call.

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