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Mar. 8th, 2004 05:37 pmSigh. I had a lovely weekend, and then had to spoil it by coming in here to work.
Blech.
One of the guys called out sick, and we're all, like, "Son of a bitch! He just took a sick day last week!"
It's difficult for people to accept call-outs as legitimate when they're coming from an alcoholic. Especially when they take place on a Monday, conveniently extending the weekend.
You know, I get the need for a mental-health day, or the desire for a three-day weekend. But this is someone who calls out two and three and four times a month, screwing the rest of us over pretty badly.
I didn't feel like coming in today, either. But my ass is here, and everyone else should be, too. So. There.
So. Awesome weekend!
Amanda and I went shopping, which of course is always a thrill for both of us. Much pretty spring clothing was purchased . . . much money was spent, with much gnashing of teeth later, but hey! Pretty things!
I bought a pale aqua linen shirt and matching camisole, a pistachio printed silk skirt and matching sweater that makes me feel all frilly and feminine, an orange-and-white striped track suit that looks a lot like a creamsicle, and some new bras and panties.
God, I love my Lane Bryant discount!
We ate lunch at a nifty new Caribbean-themed restuarant in the mall. It was really good, even though I'm not normally a fan of Caribbean food. I had planked salmon that positively melted in my mouth. The key lime pie was a little disappointing, though. But coconut onion rings are a new favorite food!
I was pleasantly stuffed when we left, carting our treasures away with us.
And then . . . I stopped at the pet store.
*cue dramatic music*
I am now the proud owner of a dwarf hamster named Truffle.
She's in a spiffy little Habitrail under the coffee table. Tonight I have to pick up a little hamster house for her to hide in. She seems especially tense.
I'd be tense, too, if someone dumped me in a cardboard box, stuffed me in her purse, and carted me around for an hour before plopping me in a weird new cage and staring at me for the rest of the night!
So I am now off to return some things to Marshall's and to ogle my new clothes ( since it's too chilly and nasty to wear them ), and to play with my pet hamster.
And to sulk over stupid boys, but that's a story for tomorrow.
Blech.
One of the guys called out sick, and we're all, like, "Son of a bitch! He just took a sick day last week!"
It's difficult for people to accept call-outs as legitimate when they're coming from an alcoholic. Especially when they take place on a Monday, conveniently extending the weekend.
You know, I get the need for a mental-health day, or the desire for a three-day weekend. But this is someone who calls out two and three and four times a month, screwing the rest of us over pretty badly.
I didn't feel like coming in today, either. But my ass is here, and everyone else should be, too. So. There.
So. Awesome weekend!
Amanda and I went shopping, which of course is always a thrill for both of us. Much pretty spring clothing was purchased . . . much money was spent, with much gnashing of teeth later, but hey! Pretty things!
I bought a pale aqua linen shirt and matching camisole, a pistachio printed silk skirt and matching sweater that makes me feel all frilly and feminine, an orange-and-white striped track suit that looks a lot like a creamsicle, and some new bras and panties.
God, I love my Lane Bryant discount!
We ate lunch at a nifty new Caribbean-themed restuarant in the mall. It was really good, even though I'm not normally a fan of Caribbean food. I had planked salmon that positively melted in my mouth. The key lime pie was a little disappointing, though. But coconut onion rings are a new favorite food!
I was pleasantly stuffed when we left, carting our treasures away with us.
And then . . . I stopped at the pet store.
*cue dramatic music*
I am now the proud owner of a dwarf hamster named Truffle.
She's in a spiffy little Habitrail under the coffee table. Tonight I have to pick up a little hamster house for her to hide in. She seems especially tense.
I'd be tense, too, if someone dumped me in a cardboard box, stuffed me in her purse, and carted me around for an hour before plopping me in a weird new cage and staring at me for the rest of the night!
So I am now off to return some things to Marshall's and to ogle my new clothes ( since it's too chilly and nasty to wear them ), and to play with my pet hamster.
And to sulk over stupid boys, but that's a story for tomorrow.
