The Indy Chronicles

Another year of school gone by, another summer spent in an office. This time, though, things are much different. When I use the term 'office' I will no longer be referring to the chronic headache and embarassment that was Marathon Ashland of Findlay, OH. Nor am I confined to a cubicle with less room than the traditional port-o-pot. Gone are the days wondering if the guy I'm peeing next to is looking at my package because we're both standing 5 feet away from the wall and are overly nervous of some splashback hitting our pants. And probably most important, I don't have to hide from my boss because of our mutual hatred of one another.

No, now I am working in Indianapolis... there's a Chipotle less than a mile down the street and I have an office with not one, but TWO windows. I hope that in my boredom I will come to treat you all with some excellent tales of what I see here in Indy. We can only assume that my life, in all of its ridiculousness, is enough to entertain all those other unfortunate office slaves.