why do you have an *extra* vacuum cleaner??
Because I, um, am known to be harsh on vacuum cleaners. Growing up, part of my chores included NOT touching any vacuum cleaner in the house under penalty of death. I am the Grim Reaper of expensive floor cleaning tools. My special gift is sending them across the Carpet Styx. Ergo the need for one in reserve.
It also comes in handy when one of us is too lazy to come upstairs and grab the main one out of the foyer closet. (The storage room is in the basement.)
Yeah--one time I got my bill and had a random charge from Domino's.
This happened to me with my Corporate Amex. Someone in the Detroit suburbs decided that they couldn't stomach paying for Domino's either so they stole my number, probably from one of the times I was at the Ren Cen Marriott. I called to dispute the charge, it was immediately taken off my bill, and I had a new card and number the next day. I never heard another word about it.
Allyson, congratulations on the new apartment, though I'm sorry for the aggravation your soon-to-be landlord has put you through. Yay for more than one room!
I'm sitting in the weird corner with ita. It's just odd.
I hope it goes/has gone swimmingly Kevin. You have loads of interesting stories to tell, if your pixels here are any indication so, probably not a problem!
Thank you! It went super. So super, in fact, I was a total slut.
I'm almost ready for my big presentation to my last Web Design class -- of course this meant a late night and less than five hours sleep, but still, I'm mostly ready.
Theo, good luck on your presentation!
I've been at work for an hour. I'm getting frustrated because there are no internets yet this morning.
Scola, you were in my dream last night. You killed a tarantula for me. Seriously. It was creeping around on the floor, and I was freaking out, and you tried to explain to me that they make great pets, but I kept freaking out, so you went over and stepped on it, and then scooped it up in a paper towel and took it out to the trash.
I was very very grateful. You are my hero.
That was followed immediately by the dream where I have to take college final exams for classes I never attended. I fucking HATE that dream.
you tried to explain to me that they make great pets
They do!
so you went over and stepped on it, and then scooped it up in a paper towel and took it out to the trash.
You totally owe me new shoes.
I fucking HATE that dream.
Word.
I've been trying all morning to recreate the long email about the asshole co-worker run in had Friday that I wrote to my boss after I got home from work that day and then lost in a tragic logging out incident.
It's giving me headache. And I don't have enough coffee.
In less cranky news, my 6-week old niece who I saw yesterday has started smiling!
I hate today. Overslept, almost called in sick, and came to work to find a "do this task, refer to the documentation!" e-mail from supervisor B, who 1) writes the world's worst documentation, and 2) refers me to the documentation every time I ask a question, which 3) makes me want to choke a bitch, because I'm asking questions that aren't covered in the goddamn documentation, motherfucker!
