Fried Rice
I’ve been eating a lot of friend rice lately. It seems to be the only decent fast food I can buy that I can eat, everything else has gluten in it. It’s a good thing I’m going through a phase where I like the taste of fried rice. I talk about it with such “enthusiasm” that my workmates occasionally have cravings for fried rice.
I’ve had an all right time at work. It’s a matter of learning all the little intricacies that make the job enjoyable. There’s a man there that I’m scared 0f, he yelled at me recently and I’ve been scared to be in the same room as him ever since. Fortunately we only ever see him once or twice a week. One of my workmates is struggling a little bit. She has issues with depression and she’s feeling a lot of pressure with problems with her older sister at the moment. She seems to be uninterested in anyone pulling her out of her hole and every time someone tries she gives them a long rant about how everything we try is pointless. I’m trying to be a good friend and be there to support her but she’s annoying me and I get a little testy.
Molly is 11 months old now. She’s going to obedience classes tomorrow for the very first time. Personality wise she’s a cross between Winnie the Pooh and Hairy Mclary from Donaldson’s Dairy. She has fluff between the ears and a desire to wander so tomorrow will most definately be a test of my patience.
General Stuff | Sophie | 
10 October 2009 1:25 pm
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