I don't hate Mondays anymore

Strange how you can spend the past two years of your life abhoring Mondays with a passion of a thousand fiery suns and then. . . not care too much about it either way. As much as I can't stand the fact I took a paycut when I changed careers, there are times when I'm at my job and I'm thinking, "They pay me too much." I never thought I would actually have a job where I can finally utilize my excellent web researching skills, so finely tuned from working on "research" papers at school (read: finding essays to plagarize). I spend my day cleaning up our database of over 50,000 higher ed and non-profit professionals, with half of my time spent on Google. Eventually I'll be getting into the ever-so-difficult task of "mail merging."


I actually went out drinking three nights this week. . . utter craziness for this now uttterly lame girl. Wednesday night was the Crosscutters game with RPA folk, then Thursday night was spent with the UCCI peeps at The Old Corner and MacNamees (formerly Carl's). Wish I could have stayed longer, but sleep was beckoning. I must have been exhausted, as I fell asleep Friday night at 7:30. Saturday night, Terri took us out the the Allegheny House, the weirdest dive I've seen in a while.