I suppose I should make one of these. Merry Christmas everyone! Hope you had fun!

So in a fit of madness I signed up for Twitter. I'm not sure why. Maybe it was because I wanted to feel slightly less obsolete. Regardless, if anybody out there in internet land is interested they can follow me here:

https://twitter.com/LoboSabio2

Maybe you can watch it sit there and tell me what kind of mold grows on it.

Since at least two of you asked for it, here's an update on my moving situation. I have successfully made it to Wisconsin! Hurray! I had to overcome great adversity such as the hotel I'm pretty sure had bed bugs and the apartment manager not being sure she could take my check. Oh, and the little plunger that activated the shower didn't work. But that's fixed now. Since then I've mainly been concentrating on unpacking everything and work. Said work is for a data collection company and so far has entailed staring at a screen for eight hours determining whether or not I should keep certain features. It can be rather tedious but a job's a job. I'll take this over being unemployed for another year.

After over a year of being unemployed I finally managed to land a job. The only catch is that the job is half way across the country in Wisconsin. Thus if I seem even quieter than normal it's because I'm focusing on that.

So tomorrow I will be heading out to visit my parents, who live on the other side of the county. I'll be there for a week so if I seem even quieter than usual that's why.

Just a quick journal to get the other one off the page. Today is my 29th birthday! In another year I'll be 30, which is slightly depressing.

It's been over a year since I posted a journal here. Radio silence seems to be my specialty. But then, that really isn't surprising. I've never really thought my life was interesting enough to warrant that stuff. It's the main reason I don't have a Twitter or Facebook page. I don't know what I'd do with it. Actually, I do. I'd post an introductory message and then it'd just sit there and slowly rot.

Perhaps I shouldn't be so cynical. A lot has gone on in the past year. I started it with a job. I ended it on unemployment. I could go on about that job and all that went on there lead up to me being let go but this isn't the place for that. I'm living in a different part of the country now. In amongst the mountains instead of the rolling hills. I'm in coal mining country instead of the bread basket.

I've cultivated an interest in baking. There's a certain amount of pride in being able to look at a loaf of bread and think "I made that from scratch." It feels nice.

I joined a camera club. Maybe now we'll get more pictures.

I've taken to visiting the local flea market and collecting lighters. I've got a Zippo from 1937. And a nuclear fall out guide from the 60's. Depressing how that stuff is still relevant.

I suppose what this rambling equates to is therapy. Yeah, the job fiasco and ensuing job search dominated the year but there were also a bunch of good things that happened as well. I visited a trolley museum and got to ride on a vintage trolley. When else am I ever going to get that chance? I guess what I'm trying to tell myself is that while things seem bad on the surface there was still a bunch of really cool things that happened to me this year. That this year wasn't a total waste. And whatever happens next year, keep your nose up and keep going.

Happy new year.

So after many weeks of sending out job applications and doing interviews I have finally landed a job. Said, job happens to be located in the town of Hollidaysburg, PA, which is many miles away from my current place of residence. Thus I shall be moving. The idea is a bit odd to me. I've lived here in Iowa my entire life so it's a bit scary. And sad. But exciting at the same time. Either way, it's going to be an adventure.

Given that the spring semester at the local university starts tomorrow I figured it'd be a good time to post this. Back in November I applied to the graduate program at Iowa State University in order to obtain a GIS Certificate. What followed was a lot of waiting, many phone calls, a tarty letter of reference countered by a last minute replacement, me being screwed by the winter break, and a lot more phone calls. But last Friday I finally found out the results. The committee met and unanimously voted to allow me into the program. One little problem, though. I had applied for the spring semester, which, as I mentioned, starts tomorrow. That's not a lot of time to prepare. Fortunately though I was able to delay things until the summer semester. Thus, come summer I will be going back to school in the hopes of getting a GIS certificate. Wish me luck!

I'm 26 years old. It's kind of difficult writing these journals because after twenty six times you run out of things to say. It also doesn't help that my mom in currently in the hospital recovering from hernia surgery. It's stressful and slightly depressing siting there watching the person who has meant so much to me cough and wheeze and need help doing things as simple as get up and go to the bathroom. Is this what it's going to be like once my parents are in a retirement home? I didn't mean for this journal to be depressing and yet here it is. Perhaps it's cathartic. I need somewhere to get the stress out and this provides the best option. At least it's better than bottling it up.

Yes, it really has been. Three years, in fact. And man was the wait worth it. Midwest Fur Fest was just as awesome as I remember it being.

That being said, I suppose I should get this out of the way first. As you've probably heard by now there was a chlorine gas leak in the main con hotel that sent nineteen people to the hospital and caused the hotel to be evacuated. Unlike a lot of people I'm hesitant to call this an attack. Yes, there does seem to some sort of planning involved here. One doesn't carry a container of chlorine powder around with them just because. On the other hand, I have a hard time believing that someone would hate the furry fandom so much they would deliberately go out and try to hurt people. And even if such a person did exist I can think of a lot more obvious routes than chlorine gas. All that aside, I was thankfully not effected by it. While I was in the con hotel at the time the leak was first reported I was about as far away from it as you could get while still being in the same building. I also missed the evacuation because I'd already left the building when that happened so I didn't even know something had happened until my dad called me about it the next day. Coincidentally, while I was walking back to my hotel room that night I noticed a clump of police cars and an ambulance outside another hotel. Still don't know what that was.

Anyways, with that out of the way, here's my highlights/thoughts/observations about MFF 2014 in easy to digest list form!

-Seven hour drives suck. But it was totally worth it.

-I really liked having my own hotel room. What I didn't like was the twenty minute walk from my hotel to the con hotel. Said walk involved climbing over a wall (which I once did while toting several art prints and a stuffed animal) and traversing what I dubbed The Gates to Hell. I called it that because it felt like it was hot enough to be hell. Most of it was lined with heating units every couple of feet all of which were set about five degrees too high. I was usually sweating by the time I made it to the con hotel. I can't even imagine what it was like for the suiters.

-The toilet in my hotel room stank. It clogged on no less than three occasions.

-I found that one of the best ways to kill time was to just wonder around and take pictures of the suiters. Over the course of the con I took exactly 500 pictures.

-I heard some people refer to it as Elevator Con. I dubbed it Line Con. Seriously, I spent so much time standing in lines. There was the line for prereg. The line to get into Uncle Kage's Story Hour. The line to get into the dealer's den. The line to get food in the con suite. The line to get in an elevator. The line to see Too Much Light Makes the Baby Go Blind. There were so many lines.

-Kage was awesome, as usual. Seriously. If you go to a con you have to go to story hour. The man has an absolute gift for story telling.

-Too Much Light Makes the Baby Go Blind was awesome. Seriously, if you're ever in Chicago you need to get see the show. It is amazing.

-There was also the improv panel Whose Lion is it Anyways? (Yes, I know.) It's amazing how creative people can be when you put them on the spot. And lewd. There were a lot of sex jokes.

-Speaking of which, there was also X rated fursuit charades. I'll leave that one to your imagination.

-I also went to the FurMedia panel on convention horror stories. I was glad I got there early because it ended up being so popular that half way through a member of the hotel staff had to come in and move some of the tables out so everyone could fit in the room.

-My haul:
--Five t-shirts
--Eight prints
--Three books
--Three stickers
--Two buttons
--One plush African wild dog

My bank account has since filled for divorce.

-An amusing coincidence: for those that don't know across the street from the con hotel is a convention center. Guess what the convention center was hosting the same weekend as MFF? A dog show. Clearly whoever is in control of the cosmos has a sense of humor.

-I liked the little touches the con hotel added for the weekend like some of the staff wearing ears and the hotel restaurant adding a menu item specifically for the con.

That's everything I can think of right now. All in all I had an amazing time and really want to go back. Even if it takes another three years.

Consider this a formal announcement. Yes, come hell or high water I will be at MFF 2014! I went back in 2011 and have been wanting to go back ever since and here's my chance. So feel free to come over and chat if you see me.

Meme maliciously borrowed from  jenovaremnant


Where are you staying?
The Aloft

What day are you getting there?
Sometime Thursday I hope.

How are you traveling?
I'm driving myself there.

Who will you be rooming with?
Me, myself, and I.

How is the best way to find you?
Just look for a guy wearing a white tail, white "paw warmers", and an Okami hoodie who looks completely and utterly lost.

Are there any panels you might be attending?
I'm not sure. I don't think they've uploaded the programing schedule yet.

What do you look like?
A guy wearing a white tail, white "paw warmers", and an Okami hoodie that looks completely and utterly lost.

Will you be suiting?
Oh, goodness no. I would, however, do it if someone offered me the chance.

Do you do free art?
No, but I happily accept free art.

Do you do trades?
Not really

Do you do badges?
Yeah, but on the really, really cheap.

What is your gender?
Male

How tall are you?
6' 0"

Can I talk to you?
Sure, go right ahead.

Can I touch you?
Sure. Go for it.

Can I visit your room?
Possibly, if you want to go all the way out there.

Can I buy you drinks?
What kind of drinks?

Can I give you stuff?
Sure. I always accept free stuff.

Can I hug or snuggle with you?
Hug, yes. Snuggle, I would have to know you better.

Are you nice?
Of course.

Do you have an artist table?
No

Will you be going to parties?
Probably not

Will you be performing?
No, but I will be making myself look like a fool.

If I see you, how should I get your attention?
Come over to me and say something like "Hey! You're that one guy off FA!"

Where will you be most of the time during the day/s?
Either going to panels or just wondering around.

What/where will you be eating?
What I'll be eating is food. Where I'll be eating it is an entirely different matter.

Can I come with you for food/fun/etc?
Oh sure! Food is always better with conversation.

Can I look in your sketchbook?
Er...I don't have one.

Can I draw in your sketchbook?
Can you draw in air?

Can I take your picture?
Sure, if you want to.

What's your goal(s) for the con this year?
To have a huge amount of fun.

Also: holy crap! Two journals in one day! That's got to be a record.

Anybody who knows me knows I'm interested in vintage technology. I'm just fascinated by old, analogue, fully mechanical devices doing things we now take for granted. Take, for instance, the vinyl record. I am enamored by them and as such own a turntable set up. Now I'm not one of those people that thinks that vinyl has better sound quality. My set up isn't high enough quality to make an objective decision. Instead I'm in love with the process. With a CD player the process could be summed up as "A laser reads the information on a disc and plays the song." An MP3 player is even worse. It's just playing a file stored in memory. But with vinyl there's almost a magical quality to it. A tiny needle reading even tinier grooves somehow produces sound. And you can see it happening, too. You can see the tonearm rising up and down and you can turn off the speakers and hear the sound coming off the record. It feels almost as if it shouldn't work and yet it does. It's stunning.

But I digress. My parents are both retired and have as of late been cleaning out the house, pulling out boxes, sorting through them, and figuring out what to keep, what to sell, and what to toss. And one of the things they found was a box full of old 45's. Knowing that I am a fan of vinyl they offered them to me and I gladly accepted. So last night I sat down and went through all of them. Now one thing you need to know here is that both of my parents are baby boomers. So the box contained the sorts of things a kid growing up in the 60's would have listened to. To put it another way, I had on my hands a treasure trove of late 50's and 60's culture in seven inch form. And it did not disappoint. It had all the stuff you would expect (The Beetles, The Rolling Stones, The Beach Boys, Elvis Presley, etc., etc.) plus a lot of stuff I didn't recognize. Then there were the unexpected things like the occasional novelty single (Alley Oop, Purple People Eater, even the Monster Mash) or the appearance of a Captain Beefheart single. There was even a copy of the theme from the original Batman! And some of the records were in good enough condition to play straight out of the box. Quite an experience putting on a record that probably hasn't been played in several decades. Some of them, though, were in desperate need of a cleaning. The most unfortunate was a copy of Buffalo Springfield's For What It's Worth single that had the misfortune of being right up against the inside of the box. I do plan on trying to clean that off later today. On the plus side the box also contained about twenty 78's dating all the way back to World War II. We're talking things like Glenn Miller, Benny Goodman, Fats Domino, and the Andrews Sisters. Sadly, my turntable doesn't have a setting for 78 RPM so I can't play them but they are still very neat.

So that's what I spent last night doing. I still can't quite believe I got a chance to go through all of those. To put together a collection like this from scratch would put one back hundreds of dollars and yet this incredible collection just fell into my lap. It makes me wonder what other treasures are hiding in the corners of this house.

My father just went to the hospital with a severe pain in his right side. We think it might be appendicitis. More information as I get it.

Update 1: We now think it might be kidney stones. That's all I know right now.

Update 2: You can throw possible inflammation of the pancreas in there, too.

Update 3: My dad is back from the hospital. We're not sure if the stone's passed yet but the pain has apparently gone away. Also: the inflammation of the pancreas was apparently a false positive. So that's a relief.

So, for those of you who haven't heard yet the good folks at McDonald's recently decided that their Happy Meals needed a mascot. This is what they came up with. Thoughts:

1. What the hell were they thinking?
2. Fire the graphic designer.
3. Fire whoever it was in management that approved the thing.
4. I can totally see someone writing a creepypasta about this thing. I can see it now... Happy greets you at the door.

"Would you like a Happy Meal little Billy? You getting a Happy Meal would make me so happy. He he he..."

Twisted thoughts aside, I get the feeling this thing is going to flop. Either that or gain internet immortality. What do you folks out in the peanut gallery think?

Given the sudden flood of watchers I've gotten (a dozen in the past few days) I thought it would be a good idea to play a little game of Let's Ask Lobo Some Questions. Therefore, I throw the floor open for questions, be they simple, strange, inane, or otherwise. Have at it!

Just tossing this up for shits and giggles and because it's been awhile since I posted something.

[ ] My fingernails/toenails are almost always painted. (No, but some women have told me I have longer nails than them.)
[ ] During the summer pretty much the only shoes I wear are flip flops. (I don't think I've ever worn a pair of flip flops much less owned them.)
[ ] My favorite toy as a child were Barbies/Bratz
[ ] My favorite color is pink or purple. (Since when was purple considered a girls color?)
[ ] I did Gymnastics. (Only in PE.)
[ ] I love skirts.
[ ] Hollister is one my favorite places to shop. (I don't think I've ever been in a Hollister.)
[ ] Tight jeans are the only jeans I'll wear. (Quite the opposite, in fact. I tend to wear loose fit. Or khakis. Khaki is sooooo comfy.)
[X] I love chocolate. (Who doesn't?)

TOTAL SO FAR: 1

[ ] My hair is mostly always straightened. (My hair is naturally curly. And long.)
[ ] I usually go shopping once a week.
[X] I love to hang out with friends. (I really need to do this more.)
[ ] I have a piece of real diamond jewelry.
[ ] I've gone to a tanning salon. (I don't think I've ever been in a tanning salon.)
[ ] I've gone to the beach to tan - not to swim (I think the last time I went to the beach I was in high school and I don't remember what I did there.)
[ ] I have at least 10 pairs of shoes. (Technically, I have three. My sneakers, my boots, and my Wellingtons.)
[ ] I watch Gossip Girl. (I still don't know what Gossip Girl is.)
[ ] I change my profile picture weekly. (No, but I have thought about it. My current one is kind of old.)
[ ] I wear a shower cap.

TOTAL SO FAR: 2

[ ] I love to have other people do my hair.
[X] I like to give and receive hugs from all my friends. (Hugs are amazing.)
[ ] I hate bugs. (Dude! Dragonflies are awesome!)
[ ] Carnivals are fun. (I don't think I've ever been to a carnival. I've been to amusement parks but not carnivals.)
[ ] Summer is THE best season.
[ ] My swimsuit has 2 pieces. (I have a pair of swim trunks around here someone. They've got a dragon climbing up one leg.)
[ ] Musicians are hot. (It depends on which one. GG Allin? No. Morten Harket? Yes, please!)
[ ] You write me a poem and tell me I'm beautiful and I'm all yours. (Again, it depends. If it's a quality poem, yes. If it's riddled with cliches, no thanks.)

TOTAL SO FAR: 3

[X] I'm self-conscious. (It's one of my major flaws.)
[ ] My room smells like vanilla. (It smells but not of that.)
[ ] I don't do sports. (It depends on the sport. I remember being pretty into badminton in high school.)
[ ] I HATE to run.
[X] I squeal when I am surprised or angry. (I have been known to do this.)
[X] I eat dried fruit as a snack. (Dried pineapple is sooooo good.)
[ ] I love romance novels. (No, but I did once have the idea to read a Daniel Steele book just to say I have.)
[ ] Drew Barrymore is so cute.

TOTAL SO FAR: 6

[X] I dance randomly around the house. (And do air keytar.)
[ ] I usually spend over an hour to get ready to leave my house. (I don't need much time to prepare. Tell me we're leaving and I'll be out the door in ten minutes.)
[ ] I only have like 5 billion hair products. (I use the store brand shampoo and that's about it.)
[ ] I love to get dressed up.
[ ] I talk on the phone at least once a day to my friends.
[X] I would love to have a photo shoot of myself. (I have and I would. Back in college one of my favorite things to do was set up my camera at one end of my dorm room, turn off all the lights, and just screw around. Great way to spend an evening.)
[ ] My parents buy me everything I want, whenever I want it. (I wish.)
[ ] I apply lip gloss 50-a million times a day.

TOTAL SO FAR: 8

[ ] I wish I could meet Paris Hilton. (Why?)
[ ] R&B is the best music. (No, though it can be nice.)
[ ] I pop my collar. (For some reason I tend to associate popped collars with douches.)
[ ] Horses are beautiful.
[X] Kittens are adorable. (Though they are rather overdone.)

TOTAL SO FAR: 9

[ ] I write my own music.
[x] I would love to visit Hawaii. (Among other places.)
[ ] I wouldn't be caught dead in all black.
[X] My closet is STOCK FULL of clothes. (It is but not all of it's mine. There's a lot of old stuff from my parents. There's also my great grandmother's wedding dress.)
[ ] I hate beards. (My dad has one and I got the genes for it. Right now I've got the makings of a goatee because I haven't shaved in awhile.)
[X] I love to read magazines. (Admittedly, it depends on the magazine.)

TOTAL SO FAR: 12

[ ] I love to gossip.
[ ] I had Lisa Frank folders/posters as a kid.
[ ] I love Celine Dion. (Is Celine Dion even relevant anymore?)
[ ] My showers are 2 hours long. (Try two minutes.)
[ ] My wedding only needs a groom/bride because it's already planned. (Who plans their wedding out that far in advance?)
[ ] I refuse to eat at McDonald's. (Not really, though I am incapable of eating anything off their breakfast menu.)

TOTAL SO FAR: 12

[X] I LOVE life! (I wish I loved it more.)
[ ] I have a lot of jewelry. (I've got two necklaces and that's it.)
[ ] Much of my jewelry comes from Claire's.
[ ] My screen name(s) has or had x's in them. (I don't think that's exclusive to girls.)
[x] I have more than 3 pillows on my bed. (And they're very flat, which is why I need three of them. I really need to go and buy a new pillow.)

TOTAL SO FAR: 14

[ ] I like the color pink. (Didn't you already ask that?)
[ ] I want to BE Paris Hilton. (I want to be as far away from her as possible.)
[ ] I scope the room for hot guys.
[X] I love the mall. (Wondering around malls can be fun assuming it's the right kind of mall.)
[ ] I love the beach. (I haven't been to the beach in a very long time. I live in Iowa. Beaches are in short supply here.)
[ ] You modeled as a little kid. (Only for school pictures.)
[X] You love receiving compliments. (Who doesn't?)
[X] You've been to a wedding and loved it. (I even got a letter of thanks from one of the grooms.)

FINAL SCORE: 17

Results: Boyish

Below 10 = Total Tomboy
Below 20 = Boyish
Below 30 = Not girly
Above 30 = Girly
Above 55 = Paris Hilton

About where I expected to be. I have noticed I take after my mother more than my father. Maybe that explains why I ended up collecting compacts.

So today makes the beginning of my 25th year upon this Earth. It really is astonishing when I think about it that I've been around for a quarter of a century. So many things have come and gone in that time and I'm still here. It boggles the mind. Fortunately, the Evil Torte makes it better.

I am so excited right now. Tomorrow I'm going to a concert, a concert by the Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain. For those of you who have never heard of them here is but a slice of their awesomeness:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FF0VaBxb27w
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XvdpjZYLumw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pLgJ7pk0X-s
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VXVdNKciP94
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jMW03_WKljU

I bought my ticket for this basically right when they went on sale back in early September and I've been looking forward to this since then. Oh my God, this is going to be amazing.

I feel as though I should write a journal so that nobody thinks I've dropped off the face of the earth. Recently, I picked up a temporary job working at a local ag company doing lab work. What this entails is taking bags of earth, sticking them in a blender, and dividing them up so they can be sent on to further testing. Originally, this job was supposed to be Monday though Friday from about 3:00 PM - 12:00 AM but then my days were reduced to Tuesday and Thursday, which hasn't stopped them from asking me to work those other three days. This complicates things as I've also been able to get a job working as a cashier at the local Wal-Mart working on the premise that I can come in on those days I'm not at the ag company. Fortunately, there hasn't been any conflict yet mostly because I haven't started as a cashier yet. I only did my drug test yesterday. They still need to train me.

I've also been trying to work out a plan whereby I attend MFF this year. At present it all depends on if I can get the days off work. If I do you'll most likely see a journal about it.

Oh, and I currently have a cold. Working with all that dirt probably hasn't helped.

It's Tuesday and I notice that it's been over a month since I last posted a journal so why the hell not? Ask me questions. Ask me whatever comes to mind. Nothing is out of bounds. And, since I'm sleep deprived (curse you, Tumblr), that may make for some amusing answers.

So I just got back home from a reception.

"What kind of a reception?" I can hear you asking.

Why, an art reception! One of my pieces managed to get into a juried art exhibition at a local gallery. How this is I'm not sure. I thought the other two pieces I submitted where much better. Maybe it's because it's a picture of a carp and as an invasive species they have a habit of getting absolutely everywhere. Not that I'm arguing, of course. The last art show I got into was three years ago. So if you want to see a picture of a fish gulping for air and you just happen to be near Ames, Iowa between now and the 20th of October feel free to drop into the Octagon Center for the Arts. It's on the third floor. In a corner. Oh, and it's for sale. Cheapest one there I noticed.

As some of you may recall I've been working a temporary job at a local party rental company. This job was supposed to last until the ninth. Unfortunately, due to a rather cruel twist of fate, I won't be making it that far. You see, last Friday I received a phone call from the temp agency I've been working for. Since I was on the job at that point I wasn't able to dedicate much time to it and was thus told to call back at the end of my shift. As it turned out, I worked so late that day the person I was supposed to call had gone home by the time I got off work. Thus, I was instructed to call them on Monday. When I did I found that the phone, for some reason, was not available, so I resolved to drive to the temp agency's office and inquire in person. There I was informed that my assignment was being ended early, the reasons being concern over productivity and the potential for injury. When I pressed for further information I was told that they were merely the middle man and simply passing on what they were told. Needless to say, I'm not in a very good mood right now and feel like unleashing a volley of vitriol at the rental company as this whole experience, in retrospect, has been quite farcical. This strikes me as inadvisable, though, in light of the possibility of future potential employers finding this page. Thus, I will stick with stewing and possibly writing out my rage on paper.

One sort of good thing to come out of all this is that I am still sort of employed. After being told of my termination, I was offered another temporary position. And by "temporary" I mean "really temporary". And by "really temporary" I mean "two days". Still, it's employment and I took it. It entails putting up fliers for a local technologies company. It strikes me as being very menial and likely to produce long days but it's still a job. After that, who knows? Job hunting is really starting to destroy my soul.

So I've finally gone and done it. I have a new computer. Went to Best Buy on Tuesday and bought it. On sale, no less. Because of this I now have access to a wide variety of programs as I am no longer worried about my computer keeling over from a heart attack if I got anywhere near them. To wit, I've been thinking about getting Skype but I'm not sure if anybody would be willing to talk with me. Thus, my question to you is, if I got a Skype account how many of you would want to drop by and chat with me?

Also: does anybody know any good freeware virus/spyware programs for Mac?

Yes, I am employed!

Last Thursday I received a call from a local temp agency. A local party rental company needed people to help them load and unload tables, chairs, and tent pieces. Still a bit gun shy from the last job I got through that agency I hesitated and said I'd mull it over. About an hour later I called back and was informed that the position filled up. Not that it really mattered. Apparently, the last spot had filled up as I was receiving the first phone call. I signed on as a backup and set about hoping that someone dropped out.

Fast forward to today. Someone did drop out. I'm in. The job starts tomorrow and runs more or less nonstop for the next three weeks, only taking Saturday off. I really don't like the idea of working six days a week but since it's only for three weeks I figure I can put up with it. Job starts at 7:00 AM and potentially can run as late 6:00 PM. Again, I don't like it but I can put up with it for the time being. At least this job doesn't have a stupidly short lunch break like my last one. And the money I earn from it can be put toward buying myself a new computer. Yes, the old, black lady is on her final legs and it really is time to replace it, six years, two AC adapters, and one fried hard drive later. Oh, and a recall. Mustn't forget that.