1) Having five marketing reports to do today, although I may push one of them down to next week if I'm too drained. The point is, marketing reports = $. This makes me happy, after a shitty January.
2) Having a job interview for a bartender position this Sunday.
3) Two possible new contacts.
4) The Treasurer of the DJ association whose meeting I ( Read more... )

Dear Jimmy:

You must have misunderstood me. When I sent you a text message saying "Happy Valentine's Day", what I meant was, "Hope you're spending your nights being miserable eating Lipton Soup alone" or alternatively, "Please die in a hurricane." Thank you for being gullible all the same though.

By the way, I want my fucking shoes back.

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For Valentine's Day, I'm thinking of checking out Puddle Of Mudd at the House of Blues in Atlantic City. I hate going to these things alone ( Read more... )

Tuesday, Valentine's Day, as per usual I reported to work at The Upscale Furniture Store. Preparing the schedule for the day, I notice these two words in the 1pm slot:

Jonathan's Funeral

This took me aback. I knew Jonathan (the aforementioned "Salesman #3" in this entry.) was sick for a very long time--since at least November, if I recall ( Read more... )