Jan 13, 2006 07:42
I swear Carrie, it must be a curse, the curse of the guys named Dusty. :P Dusty is a firefighter, he came in to order some plaques and have some plates put on for the Fire Dept. awards thing, and damnit is all I can think. I wanna be 19 and single, I wanna be free, isn't that awful. He's really cute, and every time he calls, he wants to talk to me, about the plaques of course ;), he even called and wanted to speak to me at Misty's shop when I was down there. He even sounds good over the phone.
I have a boyfriend, I love him, I am being good, I am being good....
I'm at work, don't really wanna start on what I have to do though. This job doesn't look that hard, but it's a different kinda hard, and it kicked my ass yesterday, cause Cecil went to a big Coaching thing down in Waco, and I had to bust my ass to get some orders out, since half of my shirts were a day late from UPS. Today won't be so bad, I just don't even wanna get started. One order is for the Little Dribblers, and they have 13 different teams, with an average of 10 players, so I have to print the teams on all the shirts (I only have one team left to do), then I have to press all the numbers on the back, then I have to finish an order for the high school, which will be a pain in the ass cause I forgot to ask Misty about the shirts I need, stupid coach had to change his mind after we had the order all done, and I still have 5 screens to clean off, cause I didn't have time yesterday. And it's already 9, damnit, I am so glad it's friday.