Working hard, or hardly working?

That's right, folks... this is my very first Blog From Work! None of my summer jobs allowed for computer access, but my crumby minimum-wage campus job does, so here I am. No real point to this actually. Just blogging because I can.

Just returned from cross-campus Delivery-Bitch trek to the Grad House. It's still hot as hell outside, though less humid, and that damn slippery moss is still on the bricks in front of the history building where I work. Didn't fall, but slipped and flailed oh so gracefully. Accompanied by a reeeeally subtle "whooooa". Nice one, Killy. And for some reason I'm feeling a strong pulse in my femoral arteries (arteries in thighs) as I'm sitting here. The paranoid freak within says that this is not a Good Thing. But it's probably just my body having a pissy reaction to my marathon across campus. It's not so happy with this whole "physical exertion" thing.

So I'm supposed to be working on some web research to track down potential professors to hire. Saw a button on a website for some search function or something that said "Retrieve V-Card". Laughed out loud. Drew unnecessary attention to self. Gotta go.