4 Days Left!!!

I'm not sure if counting the days makes them go by slower rather than faster, however, we shall see.

I almost called in yesterday, mostly because Mom didn't have to work and I wanted to be home with her. Nevertheless, I went to work. And I'm so glad that I did!! If I hadn't gone, I wouldn't have been able to speak to a man in Portuguese! It was a really random conversation, and we definitely talked for about 30 min. Basically his sister's phone wasn't working, so I was trying to do troubleshooting. But do you think that I could even REMEMBER how to do the troubleshooting once I heard him speaking Portuguese to his sister?!! LOL

It was so awesome, and definitely made my day! I did get the phone working(eventually), as the poor man kept asking me if I wanted to date him. His sister was laughing her head off in the background, and so was I, because he was so funny and I didn't know what to say. I'm so glad that he called, though, because he made me laugh at work, and trust me, that doesn't happen often!

Yesterday I was actually in such a good mood that I could have done overtime. I was just getting into the groove of things and felt so relaxed on the phones that I could have stayed for a while. It was very strange, and that doesn't mean that I have decided to stay there by any means!!!

Well...I must go. The day is young yet, and most of it will be wasted by working, however, this is my lot in life today, and I must fulfill it! :)

I did write a poem yesterday; it's very carefree so enjoy!

I
Feel the wind on my face,

Running through my hair-

Sticky fingers filled with cotton candy-

A mother's worst nightmare.

II

Sit on the ground cross-legged, Indian-style.

Face lifted expectantly, eager,

Empty of all traces of sadness-

The sun slowly rises in the west.

III

Jump up and down, hanging for a moment,

Little legs take the brunt of the impact,

Hands wave wildly in the air-

Suspended by the trampoline.

IV

Childish freedom never grows old-

Whimsical things of our past still fancy our attention,

Entreating, begging us not to forget

To live a little.

-AshWin-