Work is starting to resemble what real work is supposed to be. At least, based on what i've heard through television and other mind control mass media broadcastings it seems reasonable so far.

I actually become overwhelmed with joy for a measly millisecond when my co-worker and I went down to the second floor to look at a program and attempt to find a resolution for the complaining party. It was short, but sweet. It actually released my mind from my mass automobile daydreams that plague me non-stop. Not that it's a bad thing to think about cars all the time, but hell, you can't help but worry when you do it for so long.

So what's next? Only time will tell. At least I don't say "Please stab me numerous times with a pen" anymore at work.