You're my first, my last, my everything...

So you may be thinking that this blog is about a girl. For anybody who really knows me they know it is not, it is about my job. There are host of reasons why I love my job more than probably 97% of girls I have met. I thought about doing this blog in list format but decided against it, because my job is above that, it is worth more to me than that. I work here at Byu-Idaho filling vending machines from 6:00 am to 9:00 am. There are the obvious reasons why my job is better than a girl, it pays me, it doesn't make me feel like I don't pay her enough attention, and it doesn't call or text me 20-30 times a day. Pretty much work is the perfect mistress, except for the sex part. Every day greets me with a new adventure, either all the chips in the dorm were eaten overnight, stealing a co-workers van, or the masterminds (heavy sarcasm implied) on the Student Representative Council decide that a great idea to boost their numbers at devotional would be to pass out "devotional pass along cards" in the vending machines across campus. So instead of spending long hours in the library trying to scamming on hoochies I'm getting up early and passin' out that candy. Don't hate the player hate the game.