Ha!
Forty more minutes and I can go home. Yes, folks. I'm a prisoner in the Diener Chapel of the Gramer Funeral Home. I finished everything I was supposed to do today, and even spent a good hour and a half sitting around with Julie, who brought me lunch. Two days of work, two sisters bringing me lunch. My track record is looking good. Despite my complaining, today has been good thus far, and I've gotten to wear my comfortable shoes, since it's the weekend.
My life has become work, but strangely, I'm not complaining. In fact, I like it this way. I get to make money, which is always a plus, and I've felt useful. I hate feeling like I have nothing to do, so these unending days of long hours are perfect for me. I only hope this run of hours continues, as I need to make money and do it fast.
In other news, plans are in action for Julie and my whirlwind trip to Washington, D.C. to stay with Vince and Carey and meet Bryson. I'm excited. I'm looking forward to establishing my place as the cool aunt. You know, the one who lets him visit and stay up late, teaches him to gamble, to drink like a man, and then gives him back to his parents before I get sick of him. Of course, that's not really going to be possible with Vince's kids, for obvious reasons. I guess I'll just have to corrupt the ones Lynne pops out.
Well, I'm going to go back to waiting around for 5 o'clock, doing nothing in particular but waiting for Melissa to realize she's missed a call from me and call me back. Argh. Anyway...
My life has become work, but strangely, I'm not complaining. In fact, I like it this way. I get to make money, which is always a plus, and I've felt useful. I hate feeling like I have nothing to do, so these unending days of long hours are perfect for me. I only hope this run of hours continues, as I need to make money and do it fast.
In other news, plans are in action for Julie and my whirlwind trip to Washington, D.C. to stay with Vince and Carey and meet Bryson. I'm excited. I'm looking forward to establishing my place as the cool aunt. You know, the one who lets him visit and stay up late, teaches him to gamble, to drink like a man, and then gives him back to his parents before I get sick of him. Of course, that's not really going to be possible with Vince's kids, for obvious reasons. I guess I'll just have to corrupt the ones Lynne pops out.
Well, I'm going to go back to waiting around for 5 o'clock, doing nothing in particular but waiting for Melissa to realize she's missed a call from me and call me back. Argh. Anyway...