Today, I whipped out my statistics textbook to refresh my memory on some stuff about standard deviations and z-scores and means and medians. It's nice to be doing math again. That's why I love my job so much: so many curve balls. I have done complex statistics, been a graphic designer, spoken in public numerous times, made fancy presentations, coached people, spent a half million bucks and done lots of cool stuff since I took this job. I love it, and I can see that I am contributing a lot! Whooooosa!
I ate some "Russian" bread today. At least that's what it said on the label. It was deep brown (there was some caramel added to it). The stuff is so heavy that the sliced loaf could easily be a defensive weapon in the unfortunate event that one has an intruder. It's like a bloody brick.
And oh, I had some peanut butter with it. That stuff tasted like poison. Apparently it is very popular in the US. Yuk. I hated it. No questions asked. Ewwwww.
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