blog in progress:  Peter Pan is not Robin Hood.  The Peter Pan I'm referring to is both a guy at church and an alliace for a spammer.  The spammer is affiliated with Japan.  When I think of the two characters, I'm thinking of the Disney cartoon versions.  I've always been fond of the fox-version of Robin Hood.  You could say he's my sort-of Prince Charming.  Between being so adventurous, helping the poor out, and just being so full of life, what's not to love?  So with these Peters flittering about, I thought, "A real-life Peter Pan!"  But I was thinking that Peter Pan was Robin Hood.  He is not.  He's the kid that never wants to grow up.  Now, there are some things that may be admirable about that, but he's never struck me as that cool.  No offense.  I'll try to find out what the real Peter Pan is like, and compare him to a Disney character when I get the chance.  And maybe some day I will meet Robin Hood.

Going on currently:  I got in trouble for putting a delivery in someone's mailbox instead of on her desk.  Supposedly, this is the biggest deal ever, and I don't see that.  She chewed me out, and I can't help but cry.  I've let the temp agency know about how she's treating me (before this ordeal), and I may end my time here (if she doesn't sooner).  Why, when people are getting important things in the mail, is it perfectly fine for it to go in their mailboxes some of the time, and other times, it's not?  She made it out like I'm "messing with her stuff."  Yeah, right.  I try to do the right thing, and in the right way, but nothing works for her.  I have a feeling that if I'd left it on her desk, she would have cussed me out then, also.  The temp agency is cool- offering help and options, and I don't want to leave here, except that I do value my health (not enough to pass up sweets and junk), and don't want to die of stress-related injuries/disease ever, or to make others' lives miserable by dishing out what I take in.  I complain more and have had more of a bad attitude since working here.  I take responsibility, because noone can force you to do so, but I do believe that when squeezed, whatever we/I absorb comes out.