Thanks for calling Wherever It is I'm Working Today

I'm getting work through a temp agency now and I'm a receptionist today. I can't believe they pay someone to just answer the phones and sort the mail here. And that breaks are allowed and even encouraged. And that people around here are apparently allowed to take time off when they're sick. And that they have meetings where they define staff task lists then spend time in another meeting coming up with procedures that will be written down and later referred to. I'm a bit like a badly battered dog right now.

Anyway, so I'm a receptionist today and I'm pretty much bored out of my mind. There's that. So I've decided to write for a moment about my Joelly. He calls me Applesauce. We spent like 68 straight hours together this weekend and as we parted he said he would miss me. He makes me laugh so hard I snarf then he makes fun of me for snarfing and I laugh even harder. (Which is remarkably the same scenario that plays out between me and B on a regular basis, except with him being the snarfer and me the one taunting him for it.) He gets grumpy, like an old man sometimes and I think that's cute. He knows things about me before I know them. The other day he predicted that I would not have ice at my house which prompted my own realization that my ice trays are all inexplicably missing and I think have been so since I moved three months ago. Because somehow he knows that his applesauce is the type to lose ice trays and never even notice it. He took me with him to have coffee with his parents Sunday and has invited B and me to dinner with them Wednesday. He doesn't smoke pot or drink excessively and still he doesn't bore me. He likes comic books which is so nerdy it's endearing. And he looks at me like I'm the cutest thing on the planet. Which only goes to prove how smart he is because I am the cutest thing on the planet after all.

I am alarmingly happy.