It's 9:38 AM, and I have officially been at work for thirty-eight minutes. So far, I am the only person on the ground floor of the synagogue, short of one janitor who is mopping. Even though it's Christmas Eve, more than half of the staff at the temple is Christian, so they aren't coming in. Some people would swear that having a job where you come in, do nothing for eight hours, go home, and get paid for it is fun, but I beg to differ. These are going to be the longest eight hours of my life (not to be confused with the longest eight nights of my life). All I have is the internet to console me. Expect more posts throughout the day.