I'm going into hiding
Tomorrow morning at 8 am (assuming I'm awake) the cell phone will be turned off. I won't turn it on again, or even look at it for that matter, until some time after 5. I will be on vacation, and there's no way I'm doing some work.
I am so stinking burned out I can't stand it. I have had 10 to 12 hour days now for more than 2 weeks. Not to mention the 4 hours I pulled last Saturday.
So Ace and I promised each other a day completely in hiding from everyone else. No phone calls, no work interruptions. Just he and I, having fun.
Now all I have to do is get out of this hell hole and get ready for my days off.
Big day coming up
I'm so freakin excited! Ace and I are taking this Friday off. We've planned to sleep in, have a long breakfast together, then head to the fair. After that we might do a bit of shopping, but maybe not.
I can't wait... a day of just hanging out with my honey. Lounging, eating, and running around.
Hell yeah... doesn't get much better.
I get my car back!!
WooHoo!!
I can pick my car up today at lunch! I dropped it off at the same time yesterday to replace the glass the smelly vagina knocked out. Basturd...
Anyhow, Ace is on his way to get me so I can go get my baby back. Bye everybody!
Attention thieves and petty thugs:
You have just made a new enemy. Whenever I get the slightest feeling that you're up to no good I'm going to fuck with you then call the cops. I don't care if you just look at something strangly. I will automatically assume you're a punk and I'll call the police.
Here's why.
This morning I go out to leave for work. Hey, there's glass on the ground. Someone's day is going to be ruined. SHIT!!! It's my glass on the ground, and I'm right, somebody's day was just ruined.
Some little penis licker decided my car looked like a good one to break into. I'm not sure why... It's 9 years old with stock everything... wheels, stereo (it's a freakin tape deck for chrissakes!)
All my stuff is pulled out of the console and glove box, and everything from on the seats was all rearranged. Guess what, nothing was missing. Not one thing. There's nothing in there to take (no CD's, no perfume, no watch, nada) so I got a broken window for nothing.
Thieves suck. Oh, and I hope his day was ruined too because he didn't get jack shit from this girl.
Dad's house: An Update
Well I went to help my Dad on Sunday. Brother dear was no where to be found... He must have been off somewhere sleeping off a hangover.
The sheetrock crew was almost finished, so the house is really starting to take shape. The A/C is in, the walls are up, the fence is done, and the outside is painted.
Next weekend we get to paint the inside. His wife is out of the country on vacation which means Dad and I get to decide the paint color.
Anyhow, I spent almost 4 hours mowing the grass and the rest hanging outdoor lights. Oh, then I got some type of heat stroke and nearly passed out, so it was definitely time to get off the ladder and into some shade.
It's not a tumor....
Ok, so for a week or so I've had a bump on my face, right in front of my left ear. It's really pretty gross, not to mention sore.
I went to the doctor on Thursday. He told me I have an infection in my throat and ear, and it has made that lymph node swell up. Hmm... I didn't even know we had lymph nodes in front of our ears, I thought they were just behind them.
Ah well, another week of antibiotics. And I'm supposed to drink lots of water and eat lots of yogurt. Blech.... I was sick and didn't even know it.
To join or not to join... that is the question
Last night my boss joined a gym. He and I have been talking about joining together for a few months, but I still haven't completely made up my mind. I'd love to be in better shape, but I'm not sure I can stick with it long enough to get my money's worth. With Boss Man going as well though hopefully I can stay motivated.
He was able to find a plan at a place that has 3 locations and you pay $512 for 18 months. The money is due within 30 days of signing up. Not so bad really, less than $30 each month. It's good for all 3 places, and they have a couple of pools, lots of classes scheduled at different times, and tanning (for an additional charge, of course)
Sounds good, right? Except that I can go out and run for free. I'm trying to save my money to pay my car off early. And to me (and most people) $500 is a lot of money.
I can't do it right now anyway due to a sprained ankle from the falling down the stairs episode, so I have a bit more time to decide.
Just an observation....
Why is it that when you order a meal and ask for something (pickles, mustard) to be left off, you don't go down in cost? When you ask for extra (bacon, cheese, mayo) you are charged. So why not keep some money when you leave it off?
The restaurant doesn't have to eat (no pun intended) the cost of the food you leave off, so why should we have to bear the cost of addtional?
Let's say I order my burger with no pickles. Someone else orders theirs with extra pickles. I get no money off the price, he pays extra. Is it right the restaurant gets paid twice for the exact same pickle slice?
See the crap that swirls in my head? I need a drink...
Adventures in lunch: Destination Quizno's
So today at lunch I'm in line at Quizno's. It wasn't my first choice, but the Asshole Fairy mysteriously closed down Schlotzsky's when I wasn't looking.
Anyhow, there I stand. Some tool begins a rant about paying $1.69 for a bottle of water. I agree it's too high, but if you don't like it, don't buy it. They have fountain drinks for $1. Or, just get a cup and get water from the sink. Easy, right? Not to this guy.
"$1.69 for a bottle of water? That' s outrageous. People complain about $3 a gallon for gas, but they'll pay $1.69 for 20 ounces of water? It's the most abundant resource on the planet!"
And on and on and on. He has the attention of the entire restaurant. We're all laughing.
Oh, and the dude goes out and hops in his V8 SUV. I'm sure he also bitches about gas prices. Moron.
How low will it go?
I saw again this morning that gas prices have dropped. We are now at $2.89 a gallon, after reaching an all time high of $3.19. (this is the regular stuff, not premium)
I haven't filled up since the price jump that was blamed on Hurricane Katrina more than a week ago. I'm definitely excited to see the price lowering as my tank does.
WooHoo! Come on $2 a gallon!
(I can't believe I just said that... )
Glorious holiday weekends
I love 3 day weekends, and not necessarily because of the 3 days off of work. My real favorite part is starting back to work on a Tuesday instead of Monday. Four day weeks are so much more rewarding than 3 day weekends (at least to me)
Like this morning.... I'm getting up and getting dressed for work. I think 'oh man, I'll need to wash my khaki's this week so I don't run out.'
Then I think 'nevermind it's already Wednesday, you're just fine.'
Hell yeah, already Wednesday. Only 2 days left to go.
Canadian Casanova
Last night a friend of mine and I went to dinner and out for drinks. We ended up at a small little bar in the middle of town and start getting hassled by the oldest, lamest guys in the joint.
The first one comes up and asks if he can sit down. I tell him we're having friends join us shortly and there isn't room. He scurries off to the next table of ladies.
The next one is a bit more interesting. He's from Canada and is in town buying properties for his company. (or so he says) My friend and I just want him to leave. We tell him we're not interested. CC says we don't know him well enough to say that. We tell him we're married. He says that's why divorces were created. He offers to move me (or my friend, he doesn't care) to Canada with him, buy us a house and car, and we'll never have to work again. This from a freak that we met 20 minutes ago. So my friend and I start ignoring him. He just stands there and patiently listens. She and I whisper back and forth, teasing him for being so desperate to hit on girls at least 10 years his junior while in a bar alone. My friend starts chatting with a random stranger and that guy gets his buddy to come snag me Random Guy and I go to the bar and he keeps me company for a good 20 minutes hoping Canadian Casanova will leave our table (since no one is there)
No luck...
She and I leave the random dudes and go find another table. Who should arrive but Casanova himself. Good Gawd man go away!!! My dear sweet friend finally freaks out on the guy, tells him to get his freak ass away from us or we'll have the bouncer kick him out. He just smiles, says ok, and turns and walks away. To another table of girls!
Moral of the story... if any guys out there wonder why girls hate being hit on in a bar it's because of creeps like this.
