Here Again
Hey folks. Sorry for not updating in a while. I've definately had almost 70 hours this week so I haven't had much time to, you know, do ANYHTHING BUT WORK AT DINOSAUR.
So here I am now... tasking. Doing nothing. Let's see... what's new around The Boy?
The Putz is back in the hospital again. The thingy in his stomach got some really nasty bacteria in there and had to be removed. No worries. The only thing now will be instead of him doing his own dialsys, he'll go to a place three days a week for a few hours and they'll do it for him through his blood.
My second job has officially sucked now. After two weeks of callin them to find out when I supposed to come in and them saying "We'll call you back," I get a call while working at DTR, around noon, asking if I can make it in at three for my menu class. Even my mother, who has reminded me every single day since, oh, EVER that I needed a second job said "Fuck that." I'm kinda over the whole server thing. Now I'm feeling bell services at a hotel around here... you know, just for extra scratch.
Mandi is finally better... sort of. Right after she got out of the hospital and was feelign better, she lost her voice. Couldn't talk for a while. Now, unofficially, this was a good thing. Officially, I was shocked and saddened to learn of her lack of voice.
Get it?
But anyway, now she has her voice (mostly) and things are getting better. She still is the greatest thing since sliced bread because:
A) She's a mature adult and acts like it.
B) Since she's mature, she knows a good thing when she see's it.
C) She can make up her mind about important things.
D) She wants her cake but knows she can't always eat it, too.
Peace out, biotchers.
So here I am now... tasking. Doing nothing. Let's see... what's new around The Boy?
The Putz is back in the hospital again. The thingy in his stomach got some really nasty bacteria in there and had to be removed. No worries. The only thing now will be instead of him doing his own dialsys, he'll go to a place three days a week for a few hours and they'll do it for him through his blood.
My second job has officially sucked now. After two weeks of callin them to find out when I supposed to come in and them saying "We'll call you back," I get a call while working at DTR, around noon, asking if I can make it in at three for my menu class. Even my mother, who has reminded me every single day since, oh, EVER that I needed a second job said "Fuck that." I'm kinda over the whole server thing. Now I'm feeling bell services at a hotel around here... you know, just for extra scratch.
Mandi is finally better... sort of. Right after she got out of the hospital and was feelign better, she lost her voice. Couldn't talk for a while. Now, unofficially, this was a good thing. Officially, I was shocked and saddened to learn of her lack of voice.
Get it?
But anyway, now she has her voice (mostly) and things are getting better. She still is the greatest thing since sliced bread because:
A) She's a mature adult and acts like it.
B) Since she's mature, she knows a good thing when she see's it.
C) She can make up her mind about important things.
D) She wants her cake but knows she can't always eat it, too.
Peace out, biotchers.