I think I miss my old Team Leader. Life under the the DF style of management, or lack thereof, was a daily adventure. I miss our little chats about life, work, and the universe. They were especially entertaining on a busy Saturday, when I had more than enough work to keep me busy for more than my eight hours.
"So, Jen, you work a lot now that you're out of school."
"Yeah..."
"Ever get bored?"
"Yeah, now that I don't have a million things to do when I get home, it's kinda wierd..."
"You need a hobby."
"And what, in your infinite wisdom, should that hobby be?"
"Triathalons."
"No."
"How about a drug habit?"
Silence....
Amazing, isn't it? Welcome to my world. But you know, he may have been on to something. I can't possibly tell you how many times I've just sat down, totally exhausted with life in general, and wondered why I quit doing drugs. Ask my best friend. She, too, wonders why we quit. So now I'm thinking, what the hell...let's develop a drug habit again! Only this time, let's make it super-interesting! How about heroin! You know, cos the goal is to tread new ground here. Go for the gusto, take it to the limit, do it right, etc etc etc.
Or maybe I'll just read a book.
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