Can you guess which is the key-word in the above paragraph? It pertains to my clothes. You guessed it! Summer! See, I've had an issue with clothes for a long while. Either I'm obsessed with jeans because of hairy legs or they just make me look cool. Or the black t-shirts. They creep people out. I've stopped making that mistake quite a while ago though.
Back to the point though. At first I was supposed to stuff twenty-five posters and twenty-five lanyards into a tube with the diameter of three inches. Eventually- because the receptionist is so cool like that- the two of us stuffed it in. The tube began to look like this:
Breakfast was almost non-existent that morning. I had no energy. I pretended to do work by sorting out the lanyards from a bag. While doing so I watched people flow in and out of the office. For around two hours. Wasting my time for a good cause.
At one point I actually became so dizzy from lack of decent energy I had to sit down. Before I became to sick though I got up again and crossed the room. I needed something to do and I brought a book with me. American Gods by Neil Gaiman; a truly radical book of such power. (I have another of Gaiman's works, Smoke and Mirrors).
Subject Switch: Neil Gaiman, you rock!
Now Back to Our Regular Programming:
All she needed was a package of lanyards and Sherlock Holmes' (awesome stories, awesome movies) reduction theory. Oh, and twenty posters. That's all it took. The entire time I looked like this among her coworkers:
P.S.- I do not hate Justin Long. He is actually a decent actor.