The amount of alcohol one has taken in is inversely proportional to the desire to work.

That is truth.

Had our work cinco de mayo potluck today, complete with enchiladas, tamales, tres leches, tacos, chips, flan, cookies, etc etc and MARGARITAS.

Yes.  We drank at work.  With the boss no less.  It was fun.  But now I am staring at my monitor and wondering why I am here.

I am anxious to start the next phase of my life, and as long as I don't think about next year, and how I'll be going back to school for a career I really want to do, then I can continue doing this job without feeling like I am wasting my time.  Its not even that this job is a bad job, or that I don't like what I am doing, its just that it isn't what I want to do with the rest of my working career.  When I can say goodbye to planning work, I think I'll be a happy camper.  In the meantime, i am making the most of it.  And apparently that means drinking on the job... which in turn makes me not want to be here... fuck.

On the agenda this week:

1.  Clean off Laptop
2.  Plan vacation food stuffs
3.  Plan vacation sight-seeing
4.  Find a mechanic I can use to fix my car
5.  Eat babies
6.  Play GTAIV (yes, I bought it, I am a sheep... BAAAAAH! *bounds around*)
7.  Cook meals for the week (tonight... yeah right)