day 1. i arrived way early. initial tour was restrooms. i found that a little interesting, as is that everyone in the upper office is wearing headphones. next i sit down with jeff as he speeds me through everything from their conveyor design to drafting standards. ups, fedex, usps, and dhl. then i stowed at my shared cube with none other than another jeremy. in the midst of reading my standards novels, i notice this woman continually talking and singing. i try in vain to ignore it.then one of the guys offers to install express tools. this obliterates the company's autocad lisp programs that give me access to all the blocks i need for the drawings. the next 2 hours until lunch are spent trying to repair autocad while the lady "serenades" us, as my coworker put it. jeff manages to come back from his meeting and takes me to lunch. as he talks about the position possibly going full-time, i have no idea fully what i'm walking into. the afternoon is spent reading and trying not to fall asleep or kill the lady that won't shut up. everyone that leaves early reminds me to bring headphones the next day. hell, it should have been told to me before i came in.

day 2. begin ripping music incase i get in trouble for streaming a radio station and finish reading. mostly uneventful and i'm still nodding off. i start into my first drawing in the afternoon. as i figured, it's boring work. boring might be putting it lightly. some people go home from work tired. i end up leaving brain dead. luckily the headphones helped my sanity along with the knowlege that i would be on stage performing the next day.

day 3. i'm trying to figure out sunday night how i can get out of this. perhaps a time machine. maybe i can fake an aneurysm. i plug through my drawing all day. stuck at a plain desk with no window staring at a wall and a divider. my ADD has been studying the marking on the wall from the desk. legally insane is probably my ranking at this point. i'm dying for anything to happen. tornado, fire, plane land on the building...

day 4. morning log. didn't have time for breakfast so i've been starving all morning. there were donuts in the breakroom but the only thing left is some crusty looking thing. my captivity has become increasingly taxing on my mental state. the IT guy beats his desk randomly to the beat of his music, rattling mine and startling me in the process. not even the headphones can save me. i've managed to finish a good part of my first drawing despite being thrust into this almost blindly with 400 standards to memorize. however i'm coming to the part of the bill of materials and ballooning everything. this is going to be a royal pain in the ass. solidworks, where are you.... lunch has been an adventure in finding normal eateries in the area. today i believe i will head to denny's on eastern parkway. if i'm lucky, i'll get lost and never make it back. perhaps i'll starve on the way.
made it back from denny's. i'd like to note that there are way too many fat people. it was almost an appetite killer. i felt like i was at peter griffin's fat people meeting. two "ladies" with a baby sat across from me. the baby kept knocking stuff off it's tray and the one was too fat to lean over and pick it up. so she would kick it out far enough that the lesser fatass could bend over to get it. i kept waiting for her to drag the table over when she'd lean. they also kept giving the baby the toys back to chew on after they'd been all over the denny's floor. have i used the word classy yet? i think i've had about 6 people walk by staring at my screen. back to being comatose again.....

day 5. i'm pretty sure i've lost brain cells. i'm starting to get the alarm clock dialed in for some extra sleep though. 264 flows far better than 64. no stop and go bullshit yet. i'm still on the verge of killing the IT guy. right at this moment. thump thump thump. whack, thud. thump thump thump. maybe i should lay some drumsticks on his desk. highlight for today is finding subway. i know, i know. slow down jeremy! i finally had to go stand outside for a while today to get some fresh air. these seats suck. i think they were made for fat people with lots of ass padding. the damn thing also kills my back. i had an older seat that i was going to keep. however when i tried to raise it up, it sank to the lowest position and sat there. i'm still debating if the sore ass and back are worth not looking like a midget. i'm starting to think that i may be able to escape my 8hr prison through the ducting. however the vent is located across the room. if i'm lucky, the crazy lady will spot me and no one will pay attention to her.

day 6. weakness is setting in. not only was i running slow this morning, it rained and basically halved the speed people were going on the watterson. it's only been a little over an hour here. this will be a long day.

day 7. i fell asleep.

day 8. sounds like somebody has a case of the mondays.... flubbing through a new drawing and trying to figure out what other people have done that is complicating my happy little piece of this puzzle. the new car is sort of my driving force at the moment. didn't get any breakfast this morning, so once again i'm starving. still haven't seen my boss despite him being back from vacation. my headphones also haven't been able to save me in all instances. the IT guy "accidently" launch a thumbtack over the cubicle wall and onto my desk. i didn't realize i needed to wear my safety glasses at the desk. the thought occurred to me that they know i'm wanting out and they have decided to take me out instead.