It seems like nobody really knows much about St. Patrick other than that he "drove the snakes out of Ireland." He actually converted a lot of people to Christianity, and the shamrock is a symbol for the holy trnity.

If you go to this site, you can email him. Yes, that's right, you can email St. Patrick. I notice that the site sells a lot of Catholic paraphanalia. I have a sneaky suspicion that if you email a saint, which requires you to provide your own email address, you may get solicitations from the Catholics. I'm not willing to experiment, but if it's true, that's pretty rotten.

Position: Bartenders
Names: Rachel and Lilho

Experience:
- 15 minutes bartending at an upscale establishment in the vicinity of the beautiful Niagara River

Qualifications:
- Willing to mix crazy concoctions
- Able to turn a bar into utter chaos
- Free drinks for everyone because we don't know how to use the register

Lilho - I'm sorry he turned out to be a pig. We'll find you a good one.

He calls me. I don't call him. There is never a number to return his calls. Just messages. Of course, he's always a great time and a good friend. But you never know when he'll show up.

Maybe some of you know what I'm talking about.

TK - it's Wednesday (Mixer's Day) and Geoffrey needs his boots back.

Feel free to ignore this entry. It's just my way of venting.

Work has been so monotonous lately. I like my field, but I'm stuck on a task for a project that keeps dragging on and on and on...... I'm the lowest on the ladder in my department, so I pretty much always get the grunt work. On top of that, there is someone who gets paid way more than me and does nothing but cause frustration for everyone else. Isn't there one of those in every workplace though? It seems like they always get promoted. They need to hire an intern so someone is beneath me.

Friday:
Another fun night with TK and Jeffrey. Always a good time to hang out with.

Saturday:
Very important plans to go to Kenmore and spend time with my cat. We've been overdue for some quality bonding and napping.

Sunday:
Trip to IKEA!

What else could I ask for?