Jul 20, 2005 02:26
I want my husband to come home. I am sad. This sucks.
Work is good, though. I haven't made any friends up there, but I like the job. The older people seem nice. I like the manager Jaques. He's so nice. He's a lot more friendly than everyone else. Today I was calling people telling them that their orders were delayed and I unknowingly called his house and told his wife that his book was on hold. I didn't know his last name so it didn't really click. He thought that was pretty funny. I did too afterwards.
I just had to give the dogs a bath. My mom's dog is neurotic and he chews one spot on himself constantly so he was bleeding and I had to put peroxide on his back and he freaked out and now he's being really mean to Fred. Everytime Fred gets within three or four feet of him he growls like he wants to kill him. I gave Fred a bath too. Why not? I might as well. It's not like I have anything better to do like go hang out with Lauren and Graciela and Lea. Hmmph.
I am ready for everyone to be home so I can go do stuff when I want. This sucks.