Well, here I am, fresh-faced from a brisk walk from the local parking garage. I just listened to the song Psycho Killer on my iPod and stepped to the beat. Don’t tell.
When I arrived this morning, Queen Bea, looking quite sharp in a double-breasted suit, greeted me when I popped in her office to drop off her mail. Someone important, a journalism visiting scholar of some sort, was sitting in her office. He seemed important, at least, wearing a navy blazer with gold buttons. Older and established, that sort of thing.
Well see here, the Bea told the scholar…this drone does mighty fine work retrieving my mail and helping sort dirty, outdated newspapers. She also helped me look some things up on the internet. Glad I could help, Bea. So glad.
Oh, I’m also getting a degree in my spare time here, and I might also like a job when I’m finished. No biggie.
I’m off to help scavenge some office supplies for this place. A few weeks ago, I swiped a box of pens from the office supply center downstairs. Those pens are long gone.
