ugg.
Frazzled monday. Then I find out, the company baseball season tickets seats for tonights game that they held out to sell haven't been sold. It's my fav team, Yankees in town vs Angels. They want full face value for them. They know how much I don't get paid. Plus, I can't leave work early to go to game. Too much to do.
ugg.
Teases.
Hey omnis. Some day you should give me a hard time for being at SCR next monday. Preferably before next monday.
That sucks, omnis. I'm sorry.
FUCK. I just realized that I told a kid that he would be eligible for a program that he's not. His mother is PISSED. Of course, she told me his GPA was eligible (it's not, because we don't weight our GPAs), but I did send her an email. FUCK.
1 hour 45 minutes until my new haircut.
Sweet. I am eagerly awaiting excitement and sexiness of Aimee pictures.
Why do the internets fail to entertain today? Will no one vote or just tell me what I should do after work? Why does it have to feel like 105 outside?
Sweet truck, and sweet kitten! I bet Seamus does have some Siamese in him.
Happy birthday for reals, Fay!
DJ, I hope everyone will be all right! Sparky, I hope everything's okay with your cousin's wife. Scary stuff.
DJ, link doesn't work for me. But the answer is probably yes.
I went by a sign shop today to check about getting the Diablo Sound logos put on the new truck. They should have a price for me later today and I will hopefully have the work done later this week.
I can finally say that I never have to deal with my former landlady again. We had to send her a letter requesting our deposit, because she didn't send it to us when she was supposed to. She finally sent us the check, a month late with a not saying sorry, she was dealing with "foreclosures and bankruptcy". I think I am supposed to feel bad for her, and I would if she had been honest with us ever.