...is that it means tomorrow is Friday. This has been a long week for me. Not just the manual labor part, but the fact that I'm working for a division of my employer that I never, ever wanted to be a part of, even in a temporary capacity. I've known since I was 19 years old and started this job that I wasn't suited to that particular branch, but here I am anyway. But...if I want to keep working, even for a short while, I have to do this work.
Trust me, I let them know that I'm not pleased with the situation.
In other news, I have garlic and clam breath. Matt saw that I was not a happy camper when I got home from work tonight, so after I showered, he took me out to dinner. We went to Buffalo Gal, which is in Donnelly, about 15 miles north of us. It's run by our friends, Julie and Tom, who are just so much fun. Tom is a wonderful chef and made us steamer clams in garlic broth with tomatoes and zucchini over angel hair pasta. My tummy is happy.