Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Countdown until work: 1 hour 15 minutes.

I really need a new job, especially with all the hidden expenses that have suddenly been brought to my attention.
Someone, please. Open a cute little coffee shop and let me work in it!

In other news, my mother totally removed the guesswork from my decision of whether or not I should contact my father. She needs copies of bankruptcy forms... so I sent him off an email. I'm not exactly happy about it, but my poor mother has been a wreck ever since she was served court papers. If this makes her feel better or helps her out, it's the least I can do.

We had an actual phone set up in our apartment, so now when people come to the door we can let them in, and sign for packages instead of having to go all the way to the post office to pick them up. I got my first phone call at 10:30 and it proved to be inconvenient. I was on the toilet, of course, when it rang, and rushed to finish my business and get it. Dead air. I threw on a shirt and went to the lobby to make sure it hadn't been UPS, and there was no one there. (Okay, what the hell. I've now had to do this TWICE. Nothing. Maybe we need a new telephone... we've got a reproduction candlestick phone which seems to work okay if I'm calling it from my cellphone.... I don't get it.)

Alright. Must go to work now...


The Virgin Whore said...

I did purge my blog. It seemed like the right thing to do at the time. I'm in the process of building it back up, so check back. On a different note. Let's get together and chat and dance or sing. I sing a mean "Don't Look Back in Anger" by Oasis now.

Eponine said...

I'd love to get together... this month is busy though. How's your July look?