I hardly slept anything last night. I was really fucking anxious about today. First time in a long while I felt this way. Ugh, I hate it.

As soon as I got to work, all those feelings were gone. Worried sick for nothing. Fuck you, imbecile body.

So, yeah. A while ago someone at work asked if I wanted a forklift certificate. I said yes. I mean who wouldn't, right? All expenses paid and all that shit. Sweet deal. The place i work at isn't all of an asshole. Mostly though, but not all.

The "tutoring" (dunno what it's called exactly) wasn't held at work, but instead five of us had to cram up in a small Golf (I swear, my back's gonna hurt forever) and drive for about an hour. Bleh.

Once there we were greeted with coffee (and for me, tea) before taking the lifts for a spin. We had some good times driving them back and forth, practicing various maneuvers. I did pretty good for my first time driving (to the point where the tutor-guy didn't believe I had never used a lift before in my life, hur hur).

We're heading back tomorrow, but there'll be no driving, only "schoolwork". Technical stuff..

This is good fun, I'm happy I agreed to go. And it'll help me get a better job in the future. :]