I take it back. I still hate it. A lot. Why? Let's see...it's 12:32 a.m., and I just finished up today's work...or would that be yesterday's work? It's totally my own fault for procrastinating today, I know. But still. So tired. I would stab that book with my wee mechanical pencil, but I have no energy left.



And yes, my LJ will soon be consumed with pictures. As that little brat from that one reality TV show said all the time, "Deal with it!!!"

..so I think it's time to share some pictures, courtesy of my new best friend and phone, Blackjack II!

I love telecommuting (well..when the remote connection works)! This is my office, or at least my part of the communal office, when I'm at home (and no, I can't work with all of that clutter around me, which is why I'm posting pictures to LJ instead of working, which I really need to do):



Two of my favorite things about working from home: Working with the windows open (and being able to prop my feet up on the windowsill when I sit in my chair), and being able to hang with The Poostinkler. Chester loves open windows, too. Mostly because it is easier for him to hear/see/smell his arch nemesis, the UPS truck, coming from down the street. Ben and I have decided that Chester takes extreme offense to anyone or anything else being big and brown, because it's hard to tell if he hates the driver of the truck (he's such a little racist), the truck itself, or both. It should be noted here that he doesn't react whatsoever to the FedEx truck or any of the 5 school buses that pass by each day, all of which sound, to my ears at least, exactly like the UPS truck. But I digress...


Aww...somebody's so sweet and smart! And big and brown!


Yeah...it's hard to complain about a job that sucks when, about 95% of the time, I don't have to deal with ridiculous Atlanta traffic, obnoxious work-people, a business-casual dress code, socks, fluorescent lights, cubicles, restricted internet access, overpriced cafeteria food, bad coffee, public restrooms, or a fixed 8-5 schedule. Heck, I didn't even bother blow drying my hair today and only put on a dab of makeup in anticipation of my grocery store outing later. So, as much as I dislike what I do and want to completely change careers, on days like today it's kind of hard to remember why (okay, well...it's not, but you get the point).