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OK, I do not like 6:30 in the morning. I especially don't like it when my roommate won't let me turn the heat on so I wake up and it's about 5C in my room. Other than that, job is good. I got my computer at work today. My boss was so happy that it took less than two weeks that he bought the entire group coffee. That, right away, is a good sign. A very good sign. My old boss would never, ever have done that. Anyway, compy 386 (anyone get the reference?) is a sexy little laptop that is securely leashed to my desk. Ooh, computer bondage... crap, I really am an engineer. Shoot me. (I named my ipod, too. His name is Podly.)

I would love to tell you what I'm doing, but I think blogging at all about this job, even if I do it from home, is a risky activity. Plus, perpetually reading about how one's job sucks is no fun. So no joblogging. But suffice to say, so far I really like the group of people I'm working with. One of them is, completely coincidentally, a guy I've ridden with once or twice (Montreal anglo engineering is a small, small, small world). I think there's a certain amount of bitching that's going to factor into any job, but people are working hard, knowledgeable, and genuinely excited about what they're doing (just maybe not about every facet of it, but that's true with anything). It's a relief and a good change. I'm just trying to catch up... it took me two days to figure out what the hell I even do there, and I'm not 100% sure that I know now. I printed out an 8-page guide of TLA's I'll have to know. (TLA=Three Letter Acronym) Anyway, 100% improvement, so far, over former job. Of course, every silver lining has it's cloud, so we'll see.

Yesterday, in my getting-up-too-early stupor, I accidentally turned on the wrong burner on the stove. There was a cast iron pan with a pair of silicone oven mitts in it on the one I turned on. Needless to say, there was some stinky mofo smoke and the pan is now warped. Oh, and there's a pissed roommate.

My new curtains are velvet. This is fabulous, because for the first time since I moved here in July, I don't see the strip club accross the street. That's part of the reason I never really worried about getting nekkid in my apartment... there's professionals about 25 feet away.

I think I'm gon' go apple-pickin' this weekend.  Woohoo.