A fan has recently informed me that I have not updated in a while. Why, you ask, have I kept my genius to myself these last weeks? I, the Doctor, Have a job! What do I do? Do I save lifes? Explore uncharted territory? Fight Nazis? No. unless by life you mean carpets, uncharted territory you mean boulder, and Nazis you mean dirt. I clean carpets. I take a long piece of metal ( the wands) and shoot crazy hot water everywhere. If you ask nicely I will show you my burns, bruises, scrapes, and other assorted injuries.
It is quite the job. the hours are.... decent (roughly sixty a week) the pay is... meager (but better than expected) and the company is... special (they are all pretty cool, but I have yet to figure out their quirks). I dissed one guy's football team, and now he stares my down when I walk by. One trainer took a power nap while I worked. I almost had a van blow up on me. One worker looks suspiciously like the teacher at my old school (did I mention that I GRADUATED!!!!!!) who just got two life sentences for 'messing around' with some of the female students. The guy I work the most with is the same age as my dad. Three other mormons work there, but I never see them because we are all assistants who work with one trainer each. Today we stretched carpet for seven hours, but tomorrow we may clean up after a flood, or an exploded schnauzer.
Also, this is a goodbye to Belle, who has practically left this hemisphere. You will be missed.
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