Yup, that's me. I'm "The New Guy." You'll notice I use that description in my sub-title quite plentifully because, frankly, it's what I am and will be known as for quite awhile. It's not so bad, really. It has been fun coming in and learning something new just about every day. It has also been quite a challenge trying to remember it all and I'm lucky that I take abundant notes or I'd be in a heap o' trouble. I'm constantly going back to my notebook to look up the tasks that don't happen all too often.
For example: I was asked by Wade to make sure that some of the settings for our afternoon programming were in the right place at the right time and I definitely would not have known if it weren't for my trusty notebook. I've even given him a new name: Fluffy. Some might say that a man's best friend is his dog, but since I don't have a dog, looks like my best friend is my Mead 1 subject college rule 70 sheet notebook, a.k.a. Fluffy.
Can you imagine taking Fluffy out for a morning walk so that it doesn't leave those shavings near the binding on your carpet? That's a tough mess to clean up. What about taking it to the notebook park so that they can frolic and romp with those of their kind? Fluffy loves playing in the park but gets scared when the bigger traper keepers and binders are there. Poor Fluffy.
Fluffy and I have been through a lot and when I see sparkly new notebooks on the shelf that tempt me from my dearest friend, I just look back on the fond memories we have with our pals Bic and Pilot and remeber that blood drawn from papercuts is thicker than waterproof paper.
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