8am-2:30pm are my work hours for saturdays.

last night adam came over after work (smelling of taco bell... delicious) and we watched The Jacket. awesome movie, but it was over around 3am, i got to sleep around 3:30 then woke up twice, so you can image i was pretty tired when my alarm went of 2 hours later. all i could think in the shower was, "it's too early to be alive." i don't even remember getting ready, i had some brown sugar oatmeal and then somehow i wound up in Indy at Sallie Mae.

now the rules are to work a minimum of 4 hours. we are always scheduled 6 and i'm okay to work them because time = $$$. sitting there in front of the computer in the most boring of all work places, lasting on roughly 2 hours of sleep- i knew this charade wasn't going to last long.

when 12 rolled around i gathered my things and asked if it was okay to leave since i had something to do and had put in my 4 hours. the lady was very nice and didn't ask any questions and let me sign out.

i had to contain myself- it would look pretty strange if i skipped out of the building, but i was so damn happy to leave. i walked out in the most muggy, humid, thick, air i have ever encountered- jungle without the jungle basically- the sky was gray.

as i drove toward anderson the clouds parted and the sun came shinning through as if the world was rejoicing that i got out of work early- so now i know it was the right thing to do.

i hate the place. i saw a window of opportunity and i took it.

now i'm home, eating white cheese pizza about to take a nap.

i clearly am the victor.