Finally over the hump of the week, and I can almost see the light at the end of the tunnel. Although, I found out that I have to work on Sunday! I work for a Catholic organization, and I have to work on Sunday? Isn't that the day of the Sabbath? Yeah, I thought so. Anyway, it's not like I have to work hard, I just have to go into the office and make some phone calls. The good news is that officially beginning tomorrow, I am full time with the Knights of Columbus. What does that mean? It means that I am finally getting PAID. Whew! Thank goodness.
Today, I had an extra long lunch with Beth. I enjoyed it, eventhough I splattered olive oil all over my shirt. No worries. Beth treated me out! I'm so special. Thank you Beth. You're the greatest.
Thursday, March 31, 2005
Saturday, March 26, 2005
That's Enough!
Yeah, that is me...doing what I do best. We all have to do something well, right? I have mastered the art by doing it thrice daily. "Gross," you say? Well, try and convince me that you do not do it.
Thursday, March 24, 2005
Shrinking Room
My bedroom is getting smaller and smaller. It is not just because I am miserable living at home with my parents, but it is also because I am filling it with more things. My brother's dart-board cabinet takes up a small amount of space in the corner of my room. I have a full size bed, a large desk, a bowflex, a TV armoire, an endtable I was working on, and now I'm filling it with new files and forms for the new job. It feels like the walls are beginning to close in. The room is messy, which could be a major reason I'm feeling the pressure of the walls. Although, I think I did get a lateral filing cabinet for free! Yes, I am excited about that. That will organize some of the mess, and hopefully lower the wall pressure.
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Do NOT Buy FTL!
Today, I passed in front of Martin Mills, located in St. Martinville, Louisiana. Martin Mills was home to one of Fruit of the Loom's largest plants (1,000,000 indoor square footage), employing 3,500 people during their peak in 1997. It is located in an area known as Industrial Park, but this park is now a ghost-town. Today, the company's abandoned plant is a reminder of the lost manufacturing jobs across Louisiana and the rest of the country.
Many St. Martinville residents, blame the North American Free Trade Agreement (NAFTA) for sweeping away jobs at Martin Mills, two years ago, to buy cheaper labor overseas. More than 6,000 workers were cut during the 1990s as the company also shut plants in Port Barre and Abbeville and eliminated jobs at its only remaining Louisiana facility in Jeanerette.
Now that Fruit of the Loom has done their part to our country, I am doing my part by refusing to purchase any FTL products. I would also encourage others to do the same.
Many St. Martinville residents, blame the North American Free Trade Agreement (NAFTA) for sweeping away jobs at Martin Mills, two years ago, to buy cheaper labor overseas. More than 6,000 workers were cut during the 1990s as the company also shut plants in Port Barre and Abbeville and eliminated jobs at its only remaining Louisiana facility in Jeanerette.
Now that Fruit of the Loom has done their part to our country, I am doing my part by refusing to purchase any FTL products. I would also encourage others to do the same.
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Deep breath in...
...cleansing breath out. More and more, I am realizing that I made the right decision to take this job with the Knights of Columbus. I did say that I have some insecurities, but that will all pass with time and as I build more confidence. The atmosphere is completely different than to what I'm accustomed.
If you would like some background, I will tell you all of the places that I have worked. First, I worked at Wright Enrichment, Incorporated as a Laboratory Assistant. After finishing that internship, I started working at Hampton Mitsubishi as a runner/file clerk/receptionist. It was the perfect job for working after-school. In search of that "medical experience," I then took a position at Lafayette General Medical Center as a Ward Clerk; I learned so much. Next, was the Olive Garden. Wow! This was one horrible job. I waited tables, and I was also a wine host. I quit showing up for work at the OG, to work at Lafayette's Restaurant. This job was better because I just about doubled my income; on the flip side, I was working for a greedy camel jockey. The last few months that I worked at Lafayette's, I was also working for Abercrombie & Fitch, as a brand representative. This was a pretty fun and upbeat job and getting 30% off of merchandise didn't hurt either. I was thinking about becoming management there, but I just could not see myself working in the mall with BS in Biology. Finally, leaving Lafayette's and Abercrombie & Fitch, at the same time, I took a position at Southern Petroleum Laboratories as an "Organic Extractions Laboratory Technician," and I was later bumped up to "Shift Supervisor." I thought working in a lab was great experience, and I would finally get to put my education to use. Well, let me just stress: NEVER WORK AT SPL! As stated before, I am currently employed with the Knights of Columbus.
I am thankful now for what I have, and I am glad that I did not pass up this opportunity. (Especially after talking to people from SPL the past two nights!)
If you would like some background, I will tell you all of the places that I have worked. First, I worked at Wright Enrichment, Incorporated as a Laboratory Assistant. After finishing that internship, I started working at Hampton Mitsubishi as a runner/file clerk/receptionist. It was the perfect job for working after-school. In search of that "medical experience," I then took a position at Lafayette General Medical Center as a Ward Clerk; I learned so much. Next, was the Olive Garden. Wow! This was one horrible job. I waited tables, and I was also a wine host. I quit showing up for work at the OG, to work at Lafayette's Restaurant. This job was better because I just about doubled my income; on the flip side, I was working for a greedy camel jockey. The last few months that I worked at Lafayette's, I was also working for Abercrombie & Fitch, as a brand representative. This was a pretty fun and upbeat job and getting 30% off of merchandise didn't hurt either. I was thinking about becoming management there, but I just could not see myself working in the mall with BS in Biology. Finally, leaving Lafayette's and Abercrombie & Fitch, at the same time, I took a position at Southern Petroleum Laboratories as an "Organic Extractions Laboratory Technician," and I was later bumped up to "Shift Supervisor." I thought working in a lab was great experience, and I would finally get to put my education to use. Well, let me just stress: NEVER WORK AT SPL! As stated before, I am currently employed with the Knights of Columbus.
I am thankful now for what I have, and I am glad that I did not pass up this opportunity. (Especially after talking to people from SPL the past two nights!)
Monday, March 21, 2005
Errrr....
Geez...I am the KING of Procrastination! This evening, I got home a little later than I should have because I was visiting with friends. After I got home, I needed some time to wind down before studying for work. Well, the phone rang, and it was Christina that I worked with at SPL. We talked on the phone for 3 hours. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed every minute of it, but now it's too late to start studying for work. I'm aggravated with myself now. I'm going to have to wake up early in the morning and bust some butt to get things accomplished. I do not have THAT much to do. I think I will be a little more motivated in the morning because I AM going to wake up and go running. I'm still trying to convince myself.
Sunday, March 20, 2005
Accepting Donations:
I am currently accepting donations of nice business suits, and other articles of clothing to add to my wardrobe. Also, any office furniture and supplies in good condition. I am really looking for a lateral filing cabinet. If anyone knows where I could get one for cheap, I would be really excited. Any other gifts and monetary donations are being accepted.
Saturday, March 19, 2005
My Last Vacation
On my last vacation, we went to Florida. Did you know that beaches have white sand? Can you tell that I spent too much time at Holly Beach? Well, we had a blast in Florida, from what I remember. I did hit my head on something, and I still have the scar to prove it. Needless to say, I was looking HOT! I knew I looked good, so I wore my bikini. Just take a look below. I'm the shorter guy, and my brother is the taller one.
Whoa! Yeah, it's been a while since I've been on vacation. I'm not sure exactly when this was taken, but it was in 1982. I was 2 years old. That's why I only remember a few things. It's not because I drank too much.
Yeah, I live the exciting life. I haven't been on vacation in forever, and I'm home on a Saturday night. Actually, I haven't done anything on the weekend in over a month. I guess I should find some better friends.
Whoa! Yeah, it's been a while since I've been on vacation. I'm not sure exactly when this was taken, but it was in 1982. I was 2 years old. That's why I only remember a few things. It's not because I drank too much.
Yeah, I live the exciting life. I haven't been on vacation in forever, and I'm home on a Saturday night. Actually, I haven't done anything on the weekend in over a month. I guess I should find some better friends.
Friday, March 18, 2005
El Dorados
Tonight, I ate at El Dorados. It's a mexican restaurant in Crowley. Of course, I had the buffet. It was $10 with all you can eat boiled shrimp, sauteed shrimp, fried shrimp, stuffed crabs, and boiled crawfish. OH..it was so good. I highly recommend it.
Thursday, March 17, 2005
Happy Birthday Kara!
Here is a picture of Erica, Kara, and myself taken on March 17, 2002. Kara is 25 today! I would like to officially extend the warmest welcome to the "half-way to 50 club. "
I first met Kara freshman year at Crowley High School. The memories are flooding back. Standing in the freshman locker section, Erica introduced me to Kara. I remember Kara checking me out when I walked into her class, wearing my P.E. uniform. (Don't think that got past me.) Sophomore year, I picked up the phone and made the call. We had never spoken much before, but we did talk for a while on the phone that night. One morning, we stayed on the phone until 4am! Man...how high school is that.
Sophomore year, we had separate lunches. She always slipped notes into my locker. I want to say that she had my combination. Anyway, it was always exciting to get notes. I guess I am still like that today because I always get excited when people leave a comment on my blog or send me an e-mail.
Junior year, we had the same lunch. EVERYDAY, I ate sandwiches, and Kara always offered her Doritos. I would take the Doritos and add a little crunch to my sandwich. Yum...that was good. I haven't had a Dorito Sandwich since.
Kara, by the way, "I am from planet Curton." I miss you.
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Charlene Richard
She is often referred to as "The Little Cajun Saint." Charlene died at age 12, of Acute Lymphatic Leukemia, at Our Lady of Lourdes Hospital in Lafayette, LA. She accepted the advice of Father Brennen, who was the hospital chaplain, to offer up her own pain and suffering in prayer to God for the intercessory benefit of others. Since her death, her grave has become a locus of petitions, rosaries, medals, and other prayer offerings, and many have reported miraculous healing in their lives subsequent to a visit. She is buried at St. Edwards Catholic Church Cemetery in Richard, LA.
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
Cypress Lake
I earned my undergraduate degree from The University of Louisiana at Lafayette. I have not toured many university campuses, but one thing that I can honestly say is that, this is a beautiful campus. The buildings are built with a deep red brick, there is lavish landscaping, and the campus is filled with oak trees that are over 100 years old.
There is one thing that sets UL-Lafayette aside from many other college campuses. In the center of all the action, sits a swamp filled with alligators, snapping turtles, coy fish, garfish, and many other species of wildlife. Cypress Lake is a peaceful setting, and it includes all of the beauty and sounds of nature, which are recreated in the middle of the city. Benches and tables surround the swamp, which allows students a pleasant and comfortable place to study.
The swamp is filled with Bald Cypress trees, which are covered with Spanish Moss. Also, covering the water is an invasive plant called salvinia molesta, which may totally cover the surface of the water, preventing light to penetrate to the bottom. This blocking of light will restrict underwater growth of plants and organisms, which many fish depend upon for nourishment.
Beware of the squirrels! I find it impossible to eat lunch around the swamp because it is attack of the squirrels. They are mean, and you cannot get rid of them. The squirrels are just a minor drawback to the serenity of the swamp. Fish food is also available, if you so desire to feed.
Monday, March 14, 2005
Lake Peigneur
Thursday, November 21, 1980: this day may seem of little importance. However, if you were living near New Iberia, LA, you will probably never be able to forget the strange series of events.
It started just like any other. The sun was just about to rise on Lake Peigneur. Located on this 1,300 acre lake, which was three feet in depth, was Jefferson Island, home to the beautiful Live Oak Gardens botanical park. Contrasting with this natural beauty were the many oil and gas wells dotting the lake's perimeter.
Here we find the Wilson Brothers Corporation, which had been hired by Texaco, drilling a test hole at Well No. 20. The first 1,227 feet of drilling was smooth, but something went wrong at 1,228 feet.
The five-man night crew had run into some drilling problems and decided to stay until the seven men day crew arrived at 06:00. By 06:30, the drilling rig started to tilt. The crew suspected that the drilling rig was collapsing. They radioed Texaco's district office, in New Iberia. Both crews abandoned the platform.
The water of Lake Peigneur started to turn, forming a giant whirlpool. A large crater developed in the bottom of the lake. It was like someone pulled the stopper out of the bottom of a giant bathtub.
The crater grew larger (to sixty yards in diameter). The water swiftly drained. The lake had been connected by the Delcambre Canal to the Gulf of Mexico, twelve miles away. The ever-emptying lake caused the canal to lower by 3.5 feet and to start flowing in reverse. A 50 foot waterfall (the highest ever to exist in the state) formed where the canal water emptied into the crater.
The whirlpool sucked up the $5 million Texaco drilling platform, a second drilling rig, a tugboat, eleven barges, a barge loading dock, 70 acres of Jefferson Island and its botanical gardens, parts of greenhouses, a house trailer, trucks, tractors, a parking lot, tons of mud, trees, and who knows what else. A natural gas fire erupted where the Texaco well was being drilled. Oh...and...the estimated 1.5 billion gallons of water that seemed to magically drain down the hole.
Texaco was drilling on the edge of a salt dome. Salt domes tend to be the home of salt mines. They drilled right into the third level of the Diamond Crystal Salt Mine that had been operating nearby.
Texaco was not unaware of the salt mine. They knew it was in the vicinity, but they did not know that it was exactly where they were drilling. Texaco had contacted the U. S. Army Corps of Engineers, which, in turn, had contacted Diamond Crystal. The necessary communications failed to take place and the disaster occurred.
Of course, freshwater in a salt mine is a big problem. When the water comes in contact with the salt, the salt dissolves. In a salt mine, most of the sodium chloride is removed and pillars of salt are left in place to support the roof (most of the tunnels were as wide as four lane highways with 80 foot high ceilings). When these pillars dissolve, all the land on the surface will cave.
At the time, there were 50 workers in the mine. An electrician working in the mine noticed water was collecting at his feet and heard the gurgling of water. He called the alarm. The mineworkers had just held a safety drill on the previous Saturday, so they knew exactly what to do. The lights were flashed on and off three times and a paging system was used to contact all workers of the evacuation order. Nine workers working at 1,300 feet below found safety in a steel cage, and were hoisted to safety.
The remaining 41 workers were at 1,500 feet below the surface on the fourth level. They quickly ran up to the third level, only to find that the corridor to the elevators were blocked by waist-deep water. The workers were able to use some of the carts and diesel powered vehicles in the mine to drive to the 1,000 foot level, where they caught an elevator to the surface.
There was no loss of human life. One man, Leonce Viator, Jr., was actually out fishing with his nephew Timmy on his 14 foot aluminum boat when the disaster struck. The water drained so quickly that the boat got stuck in the mud and they were able to walk away!
A disaster like this leads to endless lawsuits. Diamond Crystal sued Texaco. Texaco counter-sued Diamond Crystal. The Live Oak Gardens sued both Diamond Crystal and Texaco. One woman sued Texaco and Wilson Brothers for $1.45 million for injuries (bruised ribs and an injured back) received while escaping from the salt mine.
Eventually, the land above the salt mine stabilized and life returned to normal. The Live Oak Gardens was rebuilt on its remaining land. Nine of the barges eventually popped back up like corks (the drilling rigs and tug were never to be seen again). The salt mine was permanently closed, but most of the workers were able to find suitable employment. The torrent of water helped dredge Delcambre Canal so that it was two to four feet deeper. And of course, the three foot deep Lake Peigneur was now 1,300 feet deep!
It started just like any other. The sun was just about to rise on Lake Peigneur. Located on this 1,300 acre lake, which was three feet in depth, was Jefferson Island, home to the beautiful Live Oak Gardens botanical park. Contrasting with this natural beauty were the many oil and gas wells dotting the lake's perimeter.
Here we find the Wilson Brothers Corporation, which had been hired by Texaco, drilling a test hole at Well No. 20. The first 1,227 feet of drilling was smooth, but something went wrong at 1,228 feet.
The five-man night crew had run into some drilling problems and decided to stay until the seven men day crew arrived at 06:00. By 06:30, the drilling rig started to tilt. The crew suspected that the drilling rig was collapsing. They radioed Texaco's district office, in New Iberia. Both crews abandoned the platform.
The water of Lake Peigneur started to turn, forming a giant whirlpool. A large crater developed in the bottom of the lake. It was like someone pulled the stopper out of the bottom of a giant bathtub.
The crater grew larger (to sixty yards in diameter). The water swiftly drained. The lake had been connected by the Delcambre Canal to the Gulf of Mexico, twelve miles away. The ever-emptying lake caused the canal to lower by 3.5 feet and to start flowing in reverse. A 50 foot waterfall (the highest ever to exist in the state) formed where the canal water emptied into the crater.
The whirlpool sucked up the $5 million Texaco drilling platform, a second drilling rig, a tugboat, eleven barges, a barge loading dock, 70 acres of Jefferson Island and its botanical gardens, parts of greenhouses, a house trailer, trucks, tractors, a parking lot, tons of mud, trees, and who knows what else. A natural gas fire erupted where the Texaco well was being drilled. Oh...and...the estimated 1.5 billion gallons of water that seemed to magically drain down the hole.
Texaco was drilling on the edge of a salt dome. Salt domes tend to be the home of salt mines. They drilled right into the third level of the Diamond Crystal Salt Mine that had been operating nearby.
Texaco was not unaware of the salt mine. They knew it was in the vicinity, but they did not know that it was exactly where they were drilling. Texaco had contacted the U. S. Army Corps of Engineers, which, in turn, had contacted Diamond Crystal. The necessary communications failed to take place and the disaster occurred.
Of course, freshwater in a salt mine is a big problem. When the water comes in contact with the salt, the salt dissolves. In a salt mine, most of the sodium chloride is removed and pillars of salt are left in place to support the roof (most of the tunnels were as wide as four lane highways with 80 foot high ceilings). When these pillars dissolve, all the land on the surface will cave.
At the time, there were 50 workers in the mine. An electrician working in the mine noticed water was collecting at his feet and heard the gurgling of water. He called the alarm. The mineworkers had just held a safety drill on the previous Saturday, so they knew exactly what to do. The lights were flashed on and off three times and a paging system was used to contact all workers of the evacuation order. Nine workers working at 1,300 feet below found safety in a steel cage, and were hoisted to safety.
The remaining 41 workers were at 1,500 feet below the surface on the fourth level. They quickly ran up to the third level, only to find that the corridor to the elevators were blocked by waist-deep water. The workers were able to use some of the carts and diesel powered vehicles in the mine to drive to the 1,000 foot level, where they caught an elevator to the surface.
There was no loss of human life. One man, Leonce Viator, Jr., was actually out fishing with his nephew Timmy on his 14 foot aluminum boat when the disaster struck. The water drained so quickly that the boat got stuck in the mud and they were able to walk away!
A disaster like this leads to endless lawsuits. Diamond Crystal sued Texaco. Texaco counter-sued Diamond Crystal. The Live Oak Gardens sued both Diamond Crystal and Texaco. One woman sued Texaco and Wilson Brothers for $1.45 million for injuries (bruised ribs and an injured back) received while escaping from the salt mine.
Eventually, the land above the salt mine stabilized and life returned to normal. The Live Oak Gardens was rebuilt on its remaining land. Nine of the barges eventually popped back up like corks (the drilling rigs and tug were never to be seen again). The salt mine was permanently closed, but most of the workers were able to find suitable employment. The torrent of water helped dredge Delcambre Canal so that it was two to four feet deeper. And of course, the three foot deep Lake Peigneur was now 1,300 feet deep!
Sunday, March 13, 2005
Clothes
This evening, I have to go to a first degree initiation for the KC's, in Milton. Of course, I have to wear a shirt and tie, but I am realizing something. I don't have many clothes! My thing is, I don't want to wear the same thing all the time. I have about six ties, and about the same amount of shirts and slacks. I guess I can mix them up, but I feel like I don't have enough of a selection. Plus, I have to keep my shirts neutral. I don't want people to think that I'm taking their money and going to the club.
I'm aggravated. I hate living in Crowley. Also, I hate not having my car under covered parking. I spent all day washing/waxing my car, yesterday, and today it is full of waterspots from the dew and dust from the nearby gravel road. It's a lost cause.
Today, Kevin and I ate at the Rice Palace, and a Palace it is! They had bar-b-que on the buffet. It was ok. Kevin paid. What a sweet brother he is. Hold on....I have to go get my chest waders because the room is now filling with bull-shit.
I'm aggravated. I hate living in Crowley. Also, I hate not having my car under covered parking. I spent all day washing/waxing my car, yesterday, and today it is full of waterspots from the dew and dust from the nearby gravel road. It's a lost cause.
Today, Kevin and I ate at the Rice Palace, and a Palace it is! They had bar-b-que on the buffet. It was ok. Kevin paid. What a sweet brother he is. Hold on....I have to go get my chest waders because the room is now filling with bull-shit.
Saturday, March 12, 2005
Wanna shoop in ma coupe?
Man, today was beautiful. I spent the majority of the day washing and waxing my new car. I bought it in December, but it's still new to me. It rides much nicer than my old truck. Not to mention, the gas mileage surpasses the pick-up truck.
Washing and waxing a vehicle takes a good amount of time, so it gave me a chance to think about many things. Of course, I couldn't help but think about the insecurities I have about my new job. I'm assuming that it's natural to have these thoughts. Selling insurance is completely different than anything that I have done. The closest that I have come is waiting tables. I thought about the routine that I will need to stick to everyday when I am on my own, in the new job. I thought about where I need to live!
Finding a new place is usually fun, exciting, and stressful. It's only stressful when you're lease is coming to an end, or you are given a specific time frame to find a new place to live. The latter applies to me, and I am beginning to stress somewhat. Technically, I am unemployed. I ended things at SPL. I have one more paycheck coming to me, but I don't begin my new position until April 1st. It's only two weeks away, but that is still two weeks without an income. I've been watching my pennies closely. I have all my bills paid up, even some for next month, but I cannot help but worry. I was plagued with the "what if's." I put all the facts together, and I am still convinced that everything is going to work out fine.
I am really enjoying staying home so much. I am sure that will grow old soon. The parents usually work on my nerves pretty quickly. Although, I've noticed that I'm not as easily annoyed since I'm not in a job that I hate. So, things are looking up.
Washing and waxing a vehicle takes a good amount of time, so it gave me a chance to think about many things. Of course, I couldn't help but think about the insecurities I have about my new job. I'm assuming that it's natural to have these thoughts. Selling insurance is completely different than anything that I have done. The closest that I have come is waiting tables. I thought about the routine that I will need to stick to everyday when I am on my own, in the new job. I thought about where I need to live!
Finding a new place is usually fun, exciting, and stressful. It's only stressful when you're lease is coming to an end, or you are given a specific time frame to find a new place to live. The latter applies to me, and I am beginning to stress somewhat. Technically, I am unemployed. I ended things at SPL. I have one more paycheck coming to me, but I don't begin my new position until April 1st. It's only two weeks away, but that is still two weeks without an income. I've been watching my pennies closely. I have all my bills paid up, even some for next month, but I cannot help but worry. I was plagued with the "what if's." I put all the facts together, and I am still convinced that everything is going to work out fine.
I am really enjoying staying home so much. I am sure that will grow old soon. The parents usually work on my nerves pretty quickly. Although, I've noticed that I'm not as easily annoyed since I'm not in a job that I hate. So, things are looking up.
Friday, March 11, 2005
Epiphany
After speaking with Christina today, from SPL, I decided that today was beginning a new day. I am no longer living with the drama that I left at SPL. Sure, I am still going to keep in touch with the great friends that I left behind, but the many bad memories will be forgotten in a far away place.
Today, I attended the first agent's meeting at the Knights of Columbus. It gave me an insight on what was to be expected. This agency performs on the "WHALE done" method. Using "WHALE done" is when you are caught doing something good and rewarded for such efforts. It encourages a positive working environment, and it allows everyone to become closer working partners. Also, it is a great tool to use in relationships with friends, significant others, and children.
The opposite of "WHALE done" is the "GOTcha" method. This is that we are typically accustomed to when our bosses or loved ones only approach us when something goes wrong. It can make a negative environment and fear of interaction.
Today, at the meeting, they gave out three "WHALE done" awards, something in sealed envelops, and lottery tickets. Along with all the business related topics, we also discussed trips that I am supposed to be taking to New Haven, Connecticut, Ireland, the company picnic, and some upcoming balls and banquets. I can tell that I love this job already.
Today, I attended the first agent's meeting at the Knights of Columbus. It gave me an insight on what was to be expected. This agency performs on the "WHALE done" method. Using "WHALE done" is when you are caught doing something good and rewarded for such efforts. It encourages a positive working environment, and it allows everyone to become closer working partners. Also, it is a great tool to use in relationships with friends, significant others, and children.
The opposite of "WHALE done" is the "GOTcha" method. This is that we are typically accustomed to when our bosses or loved ones only approach us when something goes wrong. It can make a negative environment and fear of interaction.
Today, at the meeting, they gave out three "WHALE done" awards, something in sealed envelops, and lottery tickets. Along with all the business related topics, we also discussed trips that I am supposed to be taking to New Haven, Connecticut, Ireland, the company picnic, and some upcoming balls and banquets. I can tell that I love this job already.
Thursday, March 10, 2005
New Blog!
Well, this is my new blog that I have created to escape the psychosis from Christy, whom I worked with at SPL. This is going to stay short, as I am having computer difficulties today. Stay tuned...
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