Apr 02, 2005 00:30
So much fucking drama at my job. Like, from 50 year old women. Ugh.
Anyway, tomorrow is Barbara's engagement party. It should be fun. Sal and I have been given orders to pick up the balloons and help set them up beforehand, so I will be staking out my seat at the table and finding which plate is the winning plate (the one that gets to take home the centerpiece).
Seriously, my life is that pathetic.
We're giving them a gift for the engagement party, but I wonder if I still have to give them one at the wedding. I mean, we're flying out to Vegas, taking days off of work and renting a room for four days. Do we still need to give a gift? ADVICE, PLEASE.
The funniest part about Vegas (in August, BTW), is that it will be me, Ken and Sal in a room. We keep telling everyone at work that we got a king size bed and I'm sleeping in the middle. :p
I hate my coworkers. Have I mentioned that lately?
We played the funniest April Fool's prank on Sal today and he had no clue. I'm too lazy to type it all out, but it was good times indeed.
My life is boring as hell.