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I found out last night that we're getting a bonus at work for last year. Not like it's going to be huge or anything, because I only started in October so if it's more than thirty bucks I'll be shocked -- but hell, considering that shiny new computer I want, I'll take any cash I can get. *gimmehands*

I also found out that to shaft us out of four hours of overtime, every night shift for the past four weeks that's worked on Wednesday has had to come in four hours late, which means we'll have to go into work at 10 p.m. this Wednesday. Uh, let's not do that, 'kay? 'Cause I can pretty much guarantee that if they give me four extra hours before work, I will use it for something reprehensibly time-wasting that I'll regret later, like a nap or something.

Meanwhile, that really awesome fic idea I had yesterday is going to be looooong. Well, long for my stuff, anyway, but then again I've developed this bad habit of saying, "Well, I have an hour to kill before I have to leave for work, I think I'll go write a thousand words," which is just annoying because I've been desperate to write something longer. (In January, I wrote four fics. In February, I wrote eleven. We're not even halfway through March yet and I've written eight, and that's not including my Remix. Heh. I'm out of my mind. ;))

One of the guys from work mentioned that "riboflavin" is his favorite word to say, and I realized that even though I end up saying it like a four-year-old and stumbling over every syllable until it sounds like it's about fifteen syllables long, "abominable" is my favorite word to say. Well, that, and "fuck," which is just about my favorite word EVER. I feel really sorry for my parents because I can't remember when I learned the word "fuck," but if it was during any stage in my life when new funny words were repeated as loudly as possible in the most public places I could manage, I must have been a joy to parent.

Last night, because the girl who works the same machine with me was putting up with a lot of shit (as was I), I was going to give her a drawing of a pony but gave her a drawing of a penguin instead, and when she asked me what I wanted in return, I said Jensen Ackles. Oh, the poor engineer that steers that train that is my mind, to have only that one lonely track to ride on.