Grrr...
My frustration level is very high this evening. I work, as my friends all know, in a gourmet coffee shop inside the local WalMart---this in itself is contradictory enough to make it interesting---and one of my fellow employees is so inconsiderate she does not bother coming in to work on time. So, I wait around, and finally decide to close the shop and go home. Tomorrow, though, I know I am going to catch hell from the owner.
I'm going to quit and open my own shop, goddammit.
Oh, and I never did get around to taking that Buick to the junkyard, either... so, still it sits in my parking space at the apartment.
I sent Liz roses today... I doubt she's seen them yet, though.
I was really hoping that the midwestern mail box pipe-bomber would turn out to be some right-wing Christian Identity nut... instead he is an art student from Wisconsin. Somehow, the Left will end up being blamed for this.
I'm going to quit and open my own shop, goddammit.
Oh, and I never did get around to taking that Buick to the junkyard, either... so, still it sits in my parking space at the apartment.
I sent Liz roses today... I doubt she's seen them yet, though.
I was really hoping that the midwestern mail box pipe-bomber would turn out to be some right-wing Christian Identity nut... instead he is an art student from Wisconsin. Somehow, the Left will end up being blamed for this.