Thursday, August 5, 2010

If thoughts are a window to the soul. . .

I realized today how odd some of my thoughts about my job would seem to an outsider. For example, here's my page of notes I scribbled down at work today. Now with no explanation about what I do, you tell me how odd it sounds. . .

No more Mascara
Missing 4 Toilet Bowl Cleaners
Leaking Lungs (3)
Have 8 Hairy Tongues
Mount 4 Girl Posters
Broken/Replace #13
Hookah from Laurie
Alaina - Containers

2 comments:

Judy said...

Hmmmm....are you going to explain them now? They don't seem to have much to do with what I thought you did for a job!

Rachel said...

It sounds like you live in the psych ward, and make up your work!