Today marked the final day of my training at coffeejob, and my last day of the work-week that seemed to never end. Six days straight, people. That’s a first for me, especially since I worked the same shift, over and over and over again… that gets a little old.

But I went downtown, attended the class, sampled some coffees (Folgers really sucks, apparently) and once and for all I proved that even if I don’t know a single soul in the class I still act the same way I always have–assertive, cheeky, sarcastic, and dumb. It’s like once any class starts my will to be mature just… floats away from my body, leaving this crazy imp in its place.

I must say that I didn’t make too much of a fool of myself. Heaven help me when I have a boy to embarass.

Afterwards I met up with my Uncle and he gave me a lot of history about my family. I’ve always found all the terrible gossip incredibly interesting, and it’s neat to hear how my eyes look like Great-great-aunt Stella’s and she was the most marvelous, sweet woman and again the story of how Great-great(tired of that yet?) Grandfather disappeared for a year, and to this day nobody knows where he went, and how he reappeared one afternoon, sitting on the couch reading the paper, and that was that.

Tomorrow I am going to sleep in and really dig into this new book I’m reading. I can’t wait.