I've been picking up a lot of extra hours at RHA the past week. It's pretty nice. I mean, I won't be working for a whole month while I'm in Florence and London, so I need to pick up as much extra cash as possible while I'm still in San Jose.

I might prefer to be here than at home when it comes to doing homework. At home, my brother is liable to come flying through at any moment; Mom is quieter but she has a habit of cleaning up anything she percieves as a mess. Here at the office, as long as my mess doesn't extend beyond my desk I can leave my notes and books open, and it's been so quiet since we moved out to our temporary office that I can work for hours without interruption. So it's an excellent solution, all in all.

Plus, when I'm at work I can have conversations like this:

Boss: "Don't laugh at this old people!"
Me: "I didn't!" (I didn't.) "One should never laugh at old people."
Boss: "That's right."
Me: "God will curse you with premature aging if you laugh at old people."
Boss: "THAT'S RIGHT."