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Today is the day
Feb. 28th, 2003 09:51 amthe end of the month.
The day my Cape boss brings me a check.
I've been good, I've put off what I want.
Today, or rather between tonight and tomorrow -
- I pay off my car
- I pay the rest of my bills that are do.
- I get to play Money fairy *grins*
- I buy some DAMN DVDs! I may just blow everything, get Seiryu, and Yu-Yu Hakusho. I need a birthday gift for Katie, I want some movies AND I want to get Reign the Conqueror for Lou.
- Buy some stuff for Lou, including a book on the Sutton Hoo dig. For some reason he forgot, or I didn't tell him, about the room full of Viking artifacts. He wants the horn I call his. But I don't think the British Museum is going to just give it to him. *lol*
I'm giddy. This is my only true reward, and I'm giddy with it. My client last night went and upchucked on me, and is demanding more hours, in the one month I don't have them. Kiss my day off goodbye. Also kiss goodbye any hope of seeing me on a Thursday night. AND, the topper, I may have to give up Wednesday nights until April, I'm just too tired afterwards. BUT, I'm pondering that, since if I work late at Thursday client, I don't want to go in too early - this is the wholesaler who is SUPER ASS busy until Noon. So why bother going in, until after they die down and there's room for me.
And, my morning's kicker. I wake up to the sounds of throwing up and my sister's voice. I figured they had stopped in to get my nephew's lunch (which my mother makes. My sister has ZERO maternal talent. Basically she totally SUCKS as a parent, and when my mother is a better parent than someone, that's a pretty bad situation.) So I figure they're about to miss the bus, so I yell out that I will drive him to school if he misses the bus, she should stop screaming (because now I 'm awake. *sigh*) she starts screaming back (see a pattern here?) that they were both sick, that everyone in her house was sick and they'd come up here to "sleep" because her boyfriend was sick. I stop, and come even more awake to understand that two HUGE bout's of stomach flu have JUST WALKED into my house, and are spewing germs all over the place, especially in the bathroom, where I then had to take a shower. And Why, you ask, when they have a perfectly good apartment? I believe the answer lies in the SuckTacular boyfriend. I assume, since my nephew is in the bathroom every half hour, that he's "disturbing" the fucknut. What an effing piece of work, huh? And my sister keeps moaning about how much her life sucks, and how she hates this and why can't we leave her alone. Hello, motherhood, dumbass. Jeebus.
I need to get the hell outta here, and fast. I can already feel myself getting sick, and I MUST go get stuff to combat this, like coffee, and juice, and stuff. I was going to run to 7-E, but I think I just want to get as far away from here as possible. Plus, I'm trying to break in the new MaryJanes, which might be a mistake as well.
Off to work, for that handsome check. Wheee!
The day my Cape boss brings me a check.
I've been good, I've put off what I want.
Today, or rather between tonight and tomorrow -
- I pay off my car
- I pay the rest of my bills that are do.
- I get to play Money fairy *grins*
- I buy some DAMN DVDs! I may just blow everything, get Seiryu, and Yu-Yu Hakusho. I need a birthday gift for Katie, I want some movies AND I want to get Reign the Conqueror for Lou.
- Buy some stuff for Lou, including a book on the Sutton Hoo dig. For some reason he forgot, or I didn't tell him, about the room full of Viking artifacts. He wants the horn I call his. But I don't think the British Museum is going to just give it to him. *lol*
I'm giddy. This is my only true reward, and I'm giddy with it. My client last night went and upchucked on me, and is demanding more hours, in the one month I don't have them. Kiss my day off goodbye. Also kiss goodbye any hope of seeing me on a Thursday night. AND, the topper, I may have to give up Wednesday nights until April, I'm just too tired afterwards. BUT, I'm pondering that, since if I work late at Thursday client, I don't want to go in too early - this is the wholesaler who is SUPER ASS busy until Noon. So why bother going in, until after they die down and there's room for me.
And, my morning's kicker. I wake up to the sounds of throwing up and my sister's voice. I figured they had stopped in to get my nephew's lunch (which my mother makes. My sister has ZERO maternal talent. Basically she totally SUCKS as a parent, and when my mother is a better parent than someone, that's a pretty bad situation.) So I figure they're about to miss the bus, so I yell out that I will drive him to school if he misses the bus, she should stop screaming (because now I 'm awake. *sigh*) she starts screaming back (see a pattern here?) that they were both sick, that everyone in her house was sick and they'd come up here to "sleep" because her boyfriend was sick. I stop, and come even more awake to understand that two HUGE bout's of stomach flu have JUST WALKED into my house, and are spewing germs all over the place, especially in the bathroom, where I then had to take a shower. And Why, you ask, when they have a perfectly good apartment? I believe the answer lies in the SuckTacular boyfriend. I assume, since my nephew is in the bathroom every half hour, that he's "disturbing" the fucknut. What an effing piece of work, huh? And my sister keeps moaning about how much her life sucks, and how she hates this and why can't we leave her alone. Hello, motherhood, dumbass. Jeebus.
I need to get the hell outta here, and fast. I can already feel myself getting sick, and I MUST go get stuff to combat this, like coffee, and juice, and stuff. I was going to run to 7-E, but I think I just want to get as far away from here as possible. Plus, I'm trying to break in the new MaryJanes, which might be a mistake as well.
Off to work, for that handsome check. Wheee!
