Organization

There's nothing like getting specific instructions not to mess up someone's stuff that makes you want to that much more. This is from my manual written by the anal retentive assistant I'm temping for.

Highlighted: "Please do not re-arrange anything on my desk".

Oh man, too late.

Speaking of tempting, I thought my friend Lauren's kitchen was the most amazing wonderland in the world. Not so. The kitchen here is so awesome, it's like a vending machine exploded. I mean, there are Twizzlers for chrissakes. All kinds of coffee. Cereal boxes that go on for days. Man, this is living.

Oh, and I screwed up and ordered someone the wrong car.