The New Couch, SIXTY-THREE HOURS!, more couches, and going to the shore...
It has been a few days since I last posted, though I must admit, I am posting with more regularity than previously. Indeed, my days have been running together a bit more like it used to; I'm pulling some doubles in the next few days, as well as pulled a double last night. However, this is all for good. First off, who doesn't want more money? And second off, because I am brillant and have snazzy communication skills, I was about to maneuver ("It was more of a gesture really.") my work schedule my birthday weekend. I am getting off at 0800 on Friday morning, and I don't have to report anywhere until 2300 Sunday night. This is phenomenal to me! Do you realize how many hours OFF that is? Like, all together? Not taking leave or holiday or vacation time? Just suave negotiating?
SIXTY-THREE HOURS!!! I'm off for 63 hours! How did that happen?
Because I am just that smooth.
Also due to my smoothness, we have been preparing the apartment for the birthday weekend. For example, we installed towel bars and a toilet paper holder. For those of you who have been using my bathroom since last August, pay attention; the roll is now on the wall, people. If you start hollering that we're out of paper, I will laugh at you maniacally because I KNOW you'll be searching my counter for the damned roll.
Ha. Ha.
I'm at the Floor right now on an one-on-one, but I have already felt very productive. I've written a letter to Momma, balanced my budget, and figured out what else needs to be done to avoid the apartment looking like a trainwreck. The New Couch arrived by way of Caterpillar's truck, and it is snazzy. Oh, so snazzy. And while I was lamenting about Jenga's death to Rican, my new boss got on the phone at the House and said, "Hey! You want another couch?"
So now, this coming Tuesday, myself and a slew of friends will be descending onto my new boss's house to rid herself of a queen sleeper sofa (YAY! NO MORE BUSTED FUTON, PEOPLE!), maybe a chair, a desk? A TV? She's been rattling off so much stuff, I have trouble keeping up with it all. But regardless, if things can't fit into the apartment, they're going to be going into the storage unit, and if that doesn't work, they'll go into Shink and Bluejay's apartment. So maybe, by the time I move to Maryland, I may have my new apartment furnished, and this makes me soexcitedomg.
I'm also particularly happy since this queen sleeper is coming at the PERFECT time, since I will be having some folk over and they will need some place to sleep. It's like, all grown up and stuff. It's amazing. And now, due to my SIXTY-THREE HOURS OFF, we have decided to go to the shore, which I have never done since I've lived in the Valley. I've decided I need water, and Jersey will just have to do for a bit.
So, Trips, Numfar, Smurf, maybe her boyfriend, and myself will be gallivanting to Atlantic City, where I will sleep, and swim, and possibly gamble away all of the money I have been making. Or I could become a millionaire. It's either way at this point, folks. I'll come home that morning at 0800, get my sleep on, and have folks wake me up around 1600 or so, to gallivant, so I can wade into the water and say hello to that ocean I have so desperately been missing for over the past year.
And then we will all gallivant home, where people will come, and there will be lots of drinking and games of Kings, and I may go to bed without any of my clothing, forget about just the pants. And we will all stumble out of our respective bed chambers Sunday afternoon, hopefully clothed (though probably not), and agree that Trips, Numfar, and myself have yet again thrown a rockin' good time...
... "and oh yeah, where ARE my pants?"
SIXTY-THREE HOURS!!! I'm off for 63 hours! How did that happen?
Because I am just that smooth.
Also due to my smoothness, we have been preparing the apartment for the birthday weekend. For example, we installed towel bars and a toilet paper holder. For those of you who have been using my bathroom since last August, pay attention; the roll is now on the wall, people. If you start hollering that we're out of paper, I will laugh at you maniacally because I KNOW you'll be searching my counter for the damned roll.
Ha. Ha.
I'm at the Floor right now on an one-on-one, but I have already felt very productive. I've written a letter to Momma, balanced my budget, and figured out what else needs to be done to avoid the apartment looking like a trainwreck. The New Couch arrived by way of Caterpillar's truck, and it is snazzy. Oh, so snazzy. And while I was lamenting about Jenga's death to Rican, my new boss got on the phone at the House and said, "Hey! You want another couch?"
So now, this coming Tuesday, myself and a slew of friends will be descending onto my new boss's house to rid herself of a queen sleeper sofa (YAY! NO MORE BUSTED FUTON, PEOPLE!), maybe a chair, a desk? A TV? She's been rattling off so much stuff, I have trouble keeping up with it all. But regardless, if things can't fit into the apartment, they're going to be going into the storage unit, and if that doesn't work, they'll go into Shink and Bluejay's apartment. So maybe, by the time I move to Maryland, I may have my new apartment furnished, and this makes me soexcitedomg.
I'm also particularly happy since this queen sleeper is coming at the PERFECT time, since I will be having some folk over and they will need some place to sleep. It's like, all grown up and stuff. It's amazing. And now, due to my SIXTY-THREE HOURS OFF, we have decided to go to the shore, which I have never done since I've lived in the Valley. I've decided I need water, and Jersey will just have to do for a bit.
So, Trips, Numfar, Smurf, maybe her boyfriend, and myself will be gallivanting to Atlantic City, where I will sleep, and swim, and possibly gamble away all of the money I have been making. Or I could become a millionaire. It's either way at this point, folks. I'll come home that morning at 0800, get my sleep on, and have folks wake me up around 1600 or so, to gallivant, so I can wade into the water and say hello to that ocean I have so desperately been missing for over the past year.
And then we will all gallivant home, where people will come, and there will be lots of drinking and games of Kings, and I may go to bed without any of my clothing, forget about just the pants. And we will all stumble out of our respective bed chambers Sunday afternoon, hopefully clothed (though probably not), and agree that Trips, Numfar, and myself have yet again thrown a rockin' good time...
... "and oh yeah, where ARE my pants?"