My first impression of this place was that it was very laid back and casual.

Maybe I'm missing something, but this is the third day that I've been the first one into work (at a respectable 8:40am, which is still a little later than I like), and the last one to leave (4:30pm). It seems everyone else here comes in at around 9:30 and leaves at 4pm; and let's not forget the constant breaks in the kitchen.

Woa, yea. I guess I sound a little harsh, but I just find it a little shocking. I'm so used to people in this field complaining about how overworked and underpaid they are, only to see that the people here... well.. I'll shut up. Yes, it's true I only work 4 days a week, but I only get paid for those four days. Blah, anyway, I'll for sure stop now.

Another thing about adjusting to rural life: I went down to the kitchen today to eat my lunch with my co-workers. I got into my second bite of Black Pepper Chicken with Green Peppers and Spanish Onions I so lovingly prepared for myself the night before when the conversation moves to how their pets like to eat small animals, how they like to eat everything but the stomach, how they like to crunch the skull bones, how gross a dead mole feels under bare feet.

I have a pretty strong stomach, but I almost lost my lunch, literally.

I think I may reconsider eating lunch in the kitchen again, or maybe tomorrow I'll just have a salad.