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This is for you future Henry. This is gonna keep you grounded when you break-out and become a millionaire. Look back on how you started so you know how awesome you are AND EVERYONE ELSE ON THE INTERNET! WOO!

Dear Future Henry,

Today way the day, you'll remember waiting on the elevator going up to the 15th floor years from now won't you? A cute secretary in a pencil skirt with short hair kept flashing her blue/green eyes at us. She kept touching her face when we caught her looking, she was into us dude! ON THE FIRST DAY! The doors opened and the the office looked like an art museum full of dumb pictures of motivation and old people milling about mumbling to themselves over papers and laptops. The secretary on our floor is old and has HUGE bags under her eyes and her cheeks sag like pizza dough sliding down a wall. I'm sure we wont enjoy seeing her face first thing every day.

The H.R. Guy is like Mr. Pontius from highschool, the older balding dude trying to be "hip" and "with-it" and friends with everybody. We get our desk one cubical in from the window and you can see out the tinted glass to the other office buildings...when that fat wad of sweat Schaper gets up to eat his third bag of cheetos from the vending machine. The computer is one of those generic narrow tower things from Dell that gives you just enough juice to run simple websites and microsoft office but not much else. Barely enough harddrive space for a boot-leg season of Entourage. The screen is just as generic, 940x1024 or some shit lcd screen. It's a far cry from our dual screen rig back at the apartment but at least it can run firefox...barely. We now know how my mom feels suffering with her '03 HP.

The building is really close to a parking lot filled with food carts. I don't usually carry cash but I found myself considering doing so because none of the carts take card. The shwarma smelled so good in the Mediterranean cart. We'll be back for it tomorrow. The second half of the day drew on forEVER. I apparantly the guy who was supposed to train me is on the last day of his vacation in Maui and it left me with nothing to do but "familiarize" myself with their report format and brokerage guidelines. It's code for busywork and it's the slowest work of all. By the time 5 o'clock rolls around we can already hear the traffic clogging up Burnside. How cool is it we live(d) in the city? a 20 minute walk and we're back at the apartment. The neighbor invited me over for a movie, she had just come home from working out. She gave you the coy pout like she always does. For a 37 year old she's rock solid. We'll see how it turns out.

,Foster OUT!