11.19.2004
I can't complain....
...because I got what I asked for.
I've been trying to work more in general lately. Begging...pleading...bargaining with my co-workers and bosses. I had the day off today. But, at
I was out of there pretty quickly...about two hours or so. I filled up the rest of my afternoon with mundane shit. And then...I received another phone call...can I work from
So. I got what I asked for. I also got a full schedule next week...despite the fact that I'm going to be in
If you ever start to think that they may be paying attention, just remember that there's a 96% chance that you're dealing with someone with a crippling hangover from the night before.
In other news, I've been feeling like a slave to my cell phone for the past week and a half. I've been following my minute usage scrupulously...noting that I've come dangerously close to my limit this month.
How sad is it when next month's cell minutes are the only reason to anticipate the arrival of a Friday night?
I wish my phone played a tinny and irritating version of Captain and Tennille's "Love Will Keep Us Together" when the minutes turned...I don't know why...I just think it would be the perfect song to further exemplify how aggravating it is to base your life around something as stupid as cell phone minutes.
Whatever.

