catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, never let it fade away

imagine this scenario. this is the future ten years from now if i continue working like this.
X: hey what's your name?
future person [hereby referred to as melonsleevessugargourd or mssg]: uh duuuuuuhh?
X: erm okay. how old are you?
mssg: uh ddduuuuuhhh? *scratches head*
X: hmmm. what's 1+1?
mss: uuuuhhhh duuhhhhh..?? welcome to conrad?
X: !! what's wrong with you?
mssg: uuuhhh duuuuuuuhhhhhhhh.....???? thank you and have a nice day?? duuhh?

you get the picture don't you? i's really really quite sad, as in they don't trust us to do anythign at all! :( as in we can understand if you don't let us handle the really important stuff, but simple things like well, using the comp, answering calls, i truly BELIEVE our mental faculties are able to handle such strenuous tasks. :( oh well, at least alot of the people there were really friendly and nice. and really funny! :) there was this board of directors guy who was talking to us and saying alot of meaningful stuff larh haha about ns and racial harmony. see we do learn! =D and there was this porter who was asking us to guess his age and then he told us about ns and funny stories. haha then before we left we were ribbing him about having to stay still 11 and he was still nice about it! :)

haha okay, on hindsight maybe this job isn't so bad afterall, like we get to meet so mnay different people from all walks of life. people like dick lee and denise keller. serious. they came by in the afetrnoon when pox and i were struggling with the SUEPER HEAVY front door. good thing we didn't like let it slip and hit them or something. now that would be a MAJOR faux pas. :)

yucks and we have to wear makeup and black leggings and court shoes. pooh. okay pray for us! =D

-anne
catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, save it for a rainy day