Thursday, March 22, 2007

Trainman

So it's my 4th day working as a whatever.
Some one just glad wrapped my partner's work space. Everything. The chair, the computer, the files, the peculiar wig he has on the hat stand.
The pens, even. I'll try to get a photo.

The first meeting I had, that was 4 days ago, resulted in a discussion of what Ralph Fiennes was thinking screwing an air hostess.

My mom made me buy like 5 'decent workwear' when I was home. I'll just have to wear shirts and ties in the weekends.