Actually, I'm not doing anything at all.
I guess that means I'm doing nothing waiting to close the front desk again.
I don't know why I can't do homework while on duty. I've been pondering this all semester and have yet to come up with a rationale why, other than working is not fun.
After that, my reasoning gets flimsy...
Oh! Cookies!
I just got a bag of chocolate chip cookies. Actually, I was given a bag a cookies some time ago, but I only now learned they were for me (when a smiling person hands you cookies and goes "Here!" you question the validity of the gift. Are they being kind, or will someone soon following demanding the return of their cookies [who would not appreciate the sight of crumbs on your lips either])?
Actually, I paused while writing the last paragraph, and now there are only two... there is only one cookie left.
Not much to report today, so let me just leave you with a sample of one of my conversations, which should give you some insight into the inner-workings of my life (or get a cheap laugh, either way works):
Caleb: "I'm a desk attendent. I do what I can, but I can't do it all. I'm kinda like George Clooney in a way..."
Paul: "Shut up Caleb!"
Thank you. You've been a wonderful audience. Goodnight.
