I set up Eileen on instant messaging now and its great because instead of our bosses hearing us chat all day, they'll hear us typing and think we're working extra hard. And, we can talk about them without them knowing. I think it was easy to figure out who we were talking about before - we nicknamed the new girl Kiwi (long story, its the whole Steph and 'grapefruit' thing), our boss Stan is Bonehead and the managing partner is Fatso. The best thing about IMing someone right next to you is that you dont have to use the smilies and the heehees when you laugh...

I had a great dream last night but it was so hard to wake up this morning - I went to bed at 3:30am for no reason at all except that I thought I wasn't tired. This whole week has been like this. I curse myself when I wake up and I tell myself to go to bed earlier that night and I do it all over again! That dream was amazing - It was my birthday and we had a little party... Oh - I was dating Justin Guarini and he sang "The Look of Love" to me, kinda like in the movie Family Man when Nicholas Cage sang to Tea Leoni. Those amazing eyes, that charming smile and that great voice... I loved Justin and he kept telling me he loved me in the song... Woke up with a smile on my face for the first time in a long time. I've had dreams like this but not in a while - back in high school, I had a dream about Grant Pearsall (football player from my high school, All OC Player of the Year, signed with USC and started at free safety, signed with Dallas but didn't make the team). I also had dreams about the guy I sat next to in Spanish class - Sam, and this random cute guy I saw on my way to the cafeteria at lunch - Charb.

KIWI is driving us nuts! I don't know how I get along so well with my friends, the way Eileen and I act. I understand she's new, she's the nicest person and I've been MEGA-patient with her, but it is seriously like trying to teach my mom how to do something. My mom barely speaks English and she's never used a computer before. This girl, oops, I mean "woman," (thats what Stan told us last week - a "woman" is starting on Monday) is a Cal State LA grad but she's about 10 years older than me... she smells like mothballs, I have to explain everything to her a couple times, even when she takes notes, and she can't write hard enough on the deposit slips to make the carbon copy. Glad to get that off my chest. Back to trying to be patient. I know Stan was desperate for someone to start during tax season and the qualified girl he hired quit before she started. I was complaining to my family that she's worse than teaching mom and dad something and Paulo (my younger bro) said, "Hey, lay off on mom and dad. You mean, the first time you sat in front of a computer, you didn't pick up the mouse, swirl it in the air and ask how it works?"