It’s another lovely rainy Monday morning. Rt. 97 was closed, again, at Hoods Mill Road, again. This time, I at least knew the detour from having been lost back there before. So I was only 30 minutes late to work. Again.

Today we have the first of our two part final exam. It’s the practical, which is also subjective. I didn’t know how to study for it. It’s open book, since the job is open book – the point of having all these books is that you open them on the job. I just organized my notes really well so I wouldn’t waste gobs of time finding things.

And I have to use that reject medical dictionary.

I think this is what you call a bad mood.