Titles are good.

This post will probably make no sense, which I blame me being super duper tired, which I attribute to today being on the fifth day of an 8-day work week immediately preceded by a whirlwind trip to Galveston and an additional workday.

Only three days left until the weekend, people.

I have every intention to spend the day doing nothing. Unless, of course, I have the opportunity to be social. In which case, I choose society. Because rest is awesome, but sometimes friends are awesome-r.

Mmkay. So part of the reason I'm so tired, besides the longedy long long work week is a total fliparoo in my schedule (pronounce it like this: SHED-jewel). I went from working afternoons/nights in a bar to working mornings and afternoons with book lovers.

I got up at 5:30 this AM. I left my apartment 15 minutes before my body scheduled itself to actually wake up. I've been getting up at 7:30am, without fail, for more than a month. Now it's all kinds of wonky up in here, with me having to be at work by eight. What the deuce?

I'll tell you what the deuce: I LOVE MY NEW JOB.

LOVE IT.

LOVE LOVE LOVE IT.

Yes, I'm a receptionist (except I'm called a "Front Office Assistant"), which I didn't really expect to be my profession at almost-25-years old. I don't make great money. It's not a long-term career position.

But here's the dealio: I work for an awesome organization which I will not name on this blog, but I will be happy to share with you provided you are not a creeper or stalker. I'm in a for-now position that will give me amazing experience and connections. I work with three full-time employees who started out as temporary staff members through the agency that pays my bills. And I LOVE IT.

So that's good, right?

Also, working with bookish people means nobody thinks twice about me sitting outside at the picnic table reading for my entire lunch hour. Want to hear about it? Go here: austinbookworm.blogspot.com.

Much loves from Tejas,

C-to-the-JO