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So I'm just sitting here, waiting for the shift to be over, about half an hour if all goes well. I haven't been able to take calls or anything like that since all my logins for my applications haven't been reset. Basically, I sit around all day and pretend to be busy. If my supervisor is busy, I help her out and that way it gives me something to do to make the time go by quickly. I'll also take calls on other people's computers when their customer demands a supervisor. Fun stuff, but somehow I like dealing with irate customers. Maybe I'm a masochist, or maybe I like to verbally subdue someone.
As for Tracy and I, we're still getting adjusted to the whole being married bit. I'm trying to get her to understand that I want to be able to go out and have fun while I still can. Once the kids are here, that's it. She doesn't want to go out and when I finally convinced her to come out to play poker Thursday night, we got pulled over by the cops. We were in my Dad's car and apparently he had the wrong tags, no registration, or proof of insurance. Fortunately, Tracy was driving because my friend and I were pretty torn up. There's nothing like looking a cop in the eye and telling him that you're completely fucked out of your mind and he knows that he can't do anything about it. After about 20 minutes, they let us go with no tickets. Now she's all worried that I'm going to get a DUI when I go out by myself. It's not something I've normally worried about because I usually don't get fucked up when I have to drive.
Anyways, time to go home. I'll ramble more later. Agnostic Front tomorrow!!!
As for Tracy and I, we're still getting adjusted to the whole being married bit. I'm trying to get her to understand that I want to be able to go out and have fun while I still can. Once the kids are here, that's it. She doesn't want to go out and when I finally convinced her to come out to play poker Thursday night, we got pulled over by the cops. We were in my Dad's car and apparently he had the wrong tags, no registration, or proof of insurance. Fortunately, Tracy was driving because my friend and I were pretty torn up. There's nothing like looking a cop in the eye and telling him that you're completely fucked out of your mind and he knows that he can't do anything about it. After about 20 minutes, they let us go with no tickets. Now she's all worried that I'm going to get a DUI when I go out by myself. It's not something I've normally worried about because I usually don't get fucked up when I have to drive.
Anyways, time to go home. I'll ramble more later. Agnostic Front tomorrow!!!