Time Warp!

Last night was my first work shift ever in my entire life and my body is in kerfuffle over it. I worked from seven-thirty at night to six in the morning, so I haven't seen the sun go down in hours. I got home smelling like sweat, not wanting to smell banana nut muffins for a while, but having a pay check in my hand. Looking at the pay check, I told myself I would do this again, just not this second, and that everything would be alright.

Now, running on about seven hours of sleep, I'm thinking about the dinner party I have to go to tonight. Nothing is sore, which is amazing because I thought I would be hurting all over, so that will make dancing easier. It's one of my lady friend's birthday party. She is celebrating her eighteenth trip around the sun and is doing so with an elaborate banquet and ball room dancing. I still have my vest to iron and presents to wrap. I hope she ends up liking the gift I got her. When I was out shopping, I actually wasn't sure what to get her. I suppose I'll just have to wait and see. I'm thinking of picking flowers for her also out in the woods. I saw some yellow lilies she might like, and her birthday is just another excuse to give her flowers. The book I bought called "How to Get Along with Girls" says to find all these opportunities to give her flowers. It also says I should look very neat and tidy, which means the dreaded ironing board. I also discovered why the book mentions nails being clean and neatly trimmed. I have never had much reason to scrub my nails till after I worked last night. Factory jobs tend to get your hands dirty, whether you want them to or not. So I spent this morning scrubbing as much dirt out of my nails as I could, and there's still some I cant quite get.

Anyway, there's lots to do, and very little time now. I'll be reporting back later after the banquet about how it went. This will be a great opportunity to practice my social skills as a gentleman.