I love my job

I love love love working.

Today I had to wake up to a client wanting an immediate and temporary change to their website, so I had to drive to my office downtown to help them out. I didn't find out until too late that there was a fucking Rose Festival going on exactly in between my office and my house, on the route that I need to use to get there. I almost ran out of gas while waiting in traffic.

So I get there, make the 20 second change to the site and walk out 3 minutes later to brave the traffic on the way back home.

So not worth it. Even with the hour of travel time my boss is letting me charge.

I finally got my SG check, so I'm no longer going to be just in and out of the hole. I already racked up $75 dollars in overdraft charges, after depositing a $700 check in, while waiting for it to clear on a weekend. Fucking aye. But now I'm rolling.

I'm obsessed with finding myself the perfect moped. I have money now and I want one of these cutie things! Why can't they be easier to find? I'm ready to geek out completely, sling a backpack full of programming books over my shoulder and ride my moped to my office in Sellwood. That, to me, equals happiness.