I can’t find it odd that my apartment is rife with static electricity. I get mildly shocked on the TV, the electronics on top of it, corners of walls, the thermostat… practically everything but my computers.
I can’t find it odd that I went from 4.2 calls per hour to 5.2 calls per hour to 6.0 calls per hour in three months.
I can’t find it odd that my supervisor told me to slow down, and purposefully take more time with each customer, so that I make sure to cover all angles and all problems that they may have.
I can’t find it odd that my supervisor was frustrated that he couldn’t find a single recorded call where I didn’t make sure to cover all angles and all problems that the customer may have had.
I can’t find it odd that my first grocery shopping trip made my apartment feel a lot more like home.
Laundry is over halfway done. PC is set up, and network is complete. MP3 sharing is operational, so CD burning will work. Next to set up is the shared printer. Straightening the bathroom is almost done. Straightening the kitchen is done. That leaves the living room.
I can’t find it odd that my excitement is growing over