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July 1

My first night on the job, if you don't count training, which I don't. Training was peaches. There was someone there to keep me from screwing up, which was nice. More importantly, there was someone there to make the coffee.

I'll have to figure out a plan, a recipe.

The company wasn't so bad, either. This hasn't been the longest night I've ever sat through and hardly the lonliest. But it sure did have it's share of dull moments.

My eyes feel raw now and I'm tired of breathing recirculated air. The music has sucked all night.

When I was in training I thought this job might keep me in Minneapolis. I thought it would be enough for me to endure the hassle of finding new digs and the long hard cold. I'm no quitter! I thought.

I'm not too jumpy to get out of here, but shit. I'd rather go to Mexico and live like a king than sit through nights like this, especially when getting off means going out into the cold and driving to some shitbox apt somewhere and probably not writing.

I'm really more of a drifter than a slacker.

But I'm more of a slacker drifter than a real drifter. Mostly cuz I'm so obnoxious.