I’m feeling down today, and for that, I shall blame the foul, gray weather we’re having. But hey, at least we didn’t have to deal with floods “that seemed almost Biblical” like those in New England. There’s an upside to everything.

Me and Chris (one of the other trainees) had a meeting with Big Boss Man yesterday afternoon, during which he went over all the incorrect answers on our practice exams. Wait, not our practice exams. Just mine. Of course I’d given him one with crazy careless mistakes - multiple choice tests taken on a computer make it really easy for me to slip and push the wrong button - and he spent at least five minutes explaining each question. Even the simple ones. The sad thing is, I knew the answers to them, but I’m not going to dwell on it, as I got a 94% on that test anyway. After the meeting, Big Boss Man came over to me and said, “Do you have a really good memory?” I don’t. Not at all. I blame the alcohol consumption and other bad habits of St Andrews days on my crappy memory. So I told him that I didn’t, and he grinned slightly. “Guess you’re just a good test-taker, then, huh?”

It’s been five years since I’ve taken a multiple-choice exam. I’d say I was plenty out of practice. Let’s just call it luck, and the fact that it would seem 98.38% of the questions are answered ‘c.’ But it was nice of him to notice that my scores are looking pretty good.

I have the “OC” theme song stuck in my head. Californiaaaaaaaaaa …

My girlfriend and I watched some of Basic Instinct last night, but I think I fell asleep, as the last thing I remember of the film is Sharon Stone showing off her poon to a roomful of unattractive men. Seemed like a promising start, though, and less of a freakshow than Fatal Attraction, which we watched on Sunday after a very juicy “Desperate Housewives.” Lord, I have become such a homebody, it’s unbelievable. But who really has the energy to go out and do stuff after spending ten hours (including the commute) at work?