Well, I feel pretty settled into my new life. I'm getting my room the way I want it (besides being messy), I have friends down the hall, and I know the majority of what I'm doing at work. Selling stuff all day does get a little tedious, and I know I'm not the best salesperson in the world, because I don't want to push anyone into buying something they don't want or can't afford. What I really like is when I can help them find something they'll really love. And if they're on the fence, I send them down the street for a pint of my favorite microbrew, and tell them to come back to me. Sometimes they do, sometimes they dont, but either way, we both got a pleasant conversation out of it. And when it's slow, I at least like the co-workers I'm hanging out with.

I've been reading the writings of my illustrious clone in my down time- and been highly disturbed by the number of parallels between our books.... almost like we grew up together. Although I suspect that Val may be more of a romantic than I am.

Today is my day off, and I've run out of things to do. A hike is obvious enough, although I've done most of them by now... Sigh. Pity I'm writing this blog on a sleepy day. But I'd better wake up- tonight is the last trivia night at the Red Onion (bar, and ex-brothel), which is bound to be a rowdy, drunken event- oh yes, don't be fooled by the connotation of the phrase "trivia night". I'm swiftly learning that Skagwegians and seasonals will take any excuse to drink.

Right then, I'm gonna peace out. The only thing left to add is that several little birds have told me that the last company I worked for seems to be rotting from the inside and falling apart with increasing speed.