So, with this first entry, this diary is no longer empty. Sad, perhaps, but not empty.

Where to begin? Hmm. I'd have to say I'm not looking forward to my day at work tomorrow. Our district manager will be arriving with his chief brown-noser, and since they have nothing better to do, they're going to proceed to make our lives hell. Yay. I'm half-tempted to wake up early, just to pay work a before-schedule visit and say what's really on my mind, and let them stew in their own juices because I'd be off the clock and there wouldn't be a damn thing they could do about it.

...Must be nice to have a job where all you do all day is show up to shit on people.

I've been thinking, and I believe I just need a job where I can travel, see the world, and get paid loads of money for it. There HAS to be something more important out there than Mr. and Mrs. Britney Spears, Brangelina, or whatever else the tabloids/dimerags seem to want to stuff down our throats... again.

Or maybe I'm just becoming a bit jaded. Who knows? I do know that I'm starting to get a little stir-crazy... and that I miss my nephew and nieces like crazy. They're due home in a week, but who knows how much they've grown in the months that my back has been turned? Meh.