What a big turn around my life has taken since my last few posts - I keep regular hours now and it's wonderful having a predictable bowel routine. Then again, a full schedule means less time for me to indulge in junk food galore so that's a rather big sacrifice for having regular toilet hours.
Today was the end of my 9th week of work, but I have yet to perfect the art of looking busy. I've had ghastly luck in the way of my cubicle location. The entire office empties at around 5 pm or so, except for my corner of the office! I feel like a complete laggard next to my next-door neighbor, so much so that I think the seating arrangements must have been intentional. My sly, scheming supervisor must have hoped for some of my neighbor's enthusiasm for work to rub off me.
Lately, I have taken to listening to music full time as I slice and dice reservoir data. I can't listen to an album more than a few times before I tire of it. Sometimes I think I spend more time deciding on what music I want to listen than I do on the actual listening. This gives us the following theorem: Happiness is inversely proportional to the number of song choices.
September is approaching and a lot of friends have already begun packing. I still haven't given much thought to packing. From what I gather, Stanford dorm rooms are kinda the size of wardrobes so I shouldn't really give much thought to packing my entire belongings. It's nice that I have been sent 3 books to read over the summer, but so far, work has been too busy to permit much time for reading. We are supposed to discuss the books during orientation week - with our roommates, professors, janitors, and even the authors themselves. It's kinda nerdy, but pretty awesome!
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