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I just found out that the gorgeous lady on Arrested Development and Better Off Ted, Portia de Rossi, is married to Ellen Degeneres! What!! I would say that improves my chances with her, but she's with Ellen and (let's face it), I'm not quite as awesome as Ellen Degeneres.
I've been so pissed off this past week, because the QT division office out in bumfucknowhereEuless couldn't figure out my paycheck. They sent it to Tulsa for whatever reason. I think what they said was that the lady at the desk put in the wrong routing number. You turn a 4 into a 5, and the check goes miles in the opposite direction of where it's supposed to go. Anyway, I sent them the proper information several times. I don't know if it kept getting misplaced or what. Tomorrow I'm due to get my second paycheck, and I think they FINALLY figured out the whole mess, so it should deposit properly. And my first week's paycheck is getting mailed to my house. I told my manager about the whole fiasco last weekend, and he surprised everyone by counting $200 out of the register and giving it to me. He said that I could pay him back whenever they figured out the paychecks. What a great guy!
And I was particularly thankful for that, because I'd been planning a nice weekend with Richard in Dallas. We went to the Bodies exhibit and to a place called The Butchershop Steakhouse. Unfortunately their steaks were super tough. I saved the meat anyway to chop up for something else or to give to the dog. And then my roommate Kristen threw it away... You know, they weren't that great, but I didn't spend fifty fucking bucks on steaks to have them tossed in the trash. Ugh.
Sunday I went to the airport with Mom and Dad to execute the fastest airport pickup ever. I felt like George Costanza, it was awesome. We were in the airport for all of eight minutes, hardly had to park! We came back and had famblee barbecue time with games and drinks. I love my family. So Lindsay is in for a few days before she goes off to an applied behavior analysis conference in San Antonio. I wish I could go with her, but I'm stuck working. Not that I'm complaining about having a job. That hopefully will eventually put money in my account.
I've been so pissed off this past week, because the QT division office out in bumfucknowhereEuless couldn't figure out my paycheck. They sent it to Tulsa for whatever reason. I think what they said was that the lady at the desk put in the wrong routing number. You turn a 4 into a 5, and the check goes miles in the opposite direction of where it's supposed to go. Anyway, I sent them the proper information several times. I don't know if it kept getting misplaced or what. Tomorrow I'm due to get my second paycheck, and I think they FINALLY figured out the whole mess, so it should deposit properly. And my first week's paycheck is getting mailed to my house. I told my manager about the whole fiasco last weekend, and he surprised everyone by counting $200 out of the register and giving it to me. He said that I could pay him back whenever they figured out the paychecks. What a great guy!
And I was particularly thankful for that, because I'd been planning a nice weekend with Richard in Dallas. We went to the Bodies exhibit and to a place called The Butchershop Steakhouse. Unfortunately their steaks were super tough. I saved the meat anyway to chop up for something else or to give to the dog. And then my roommate Kristen threw it away... You know, they weren't that great, but I didn't spend fifty fucking bucks on steaks to have them tossed in the trash. Ugh.
Sunday I went to the airport with Mom and Dad to execute the fastest airport pickup ever. I felt like George Costanza, it was awesome. We were in the airport for all of eight minutes, hardly had to park! We came back and had famblee barbecue time with games and drinks. I love my family. So Lindsay is in for a few days before she goes off to an applied behavior analysis conference in San Antonio. I wish I could go with her, but I'm stuck working. Not that I'm complaining about having a job. That hopefully will eventually put money in my account.