It’s lunchtime and I’m back to strongly disliking my new job. It’s just *so* boring. I’m fighting to not feel completely apathetic about all that I’ve been assigned to do, and am feeling quite challenged by the task. My boss starts talking and I just want to go to sleep. Or, say, get some actual work done.
Okay, less epic whining, more epic cuteness!
Here’s Mo on our trip homeward from Ontario, right after eating the dregs from a container of yoghourt: