Madonna

Yes bitches I said Madonna. We had decent seats but it didn't matter, the woman is a goddess. The show was amazing.

( How Hot is That! )

Those are my favorite, although I did like another outfit I just didn't find a picture I liked of it. Costume changes, but only four, and she had the bagpiper, and the boys in skirts which was SO DAMN CUTE!

Things that bothered me tho:
- the drunken bimbo crowd. We had two of em in front of us. One of whom continually yelled at me to get up and dance. Ho, when THAT woman *points at stage* orders me, I will. Otherwise, have a nice cold bottle of STFU. Thanks. To go with that Bud. Nasty stank whore. (I hate concert goers who tell me how to have fun)
- The tee shirt that read "Kabbalists Do It Better" on Ms. Thing. It was just weird.
- The Kabbalist writings and imagery, followed immediately by the bleeding Jesus. Not offensive, but I was confused.
- The fact the the drunken whore concert goers didn't understand HALF of the things being shown. Angelic writings and imagery, and they're all "SHOW US YOUR BOOBS!" Effed up.

The good things:
- That ass. DAMN she looks fine. Dare I say - Better Than Britney.
- The HOTTTT Dancer! He had longish hair, was very very WHITE and CUT like UMMMMMMM YUMMY! I asked Bret if there was a chance he was straight. "You know how queer he is!" Says he. *le sigh* Damn but he was yummy.

I really shouldn't be leaving the house. heh, I'm just too mean and rotten. Who starts fights with 98 pound drunken weaklings at a Madonna concert? *silly grin*

Now I must get to bed. I haven't gotten anything ready for tomorrow, and I need to be out of the house by 9:30 to get to new client. I need to email my Ebay Winners some info, and tell them it won't be shipping til Tuesday, but I'll think about it. I hate making them wait, since I've been lazy about getting shipping materials. I sold the glittery heels *pouts* I think instead of relisting on Ebay I'm putting them to Velvet Garden. I have the money to pay the insertions fees now.

Soooo sexy! *grins*

Ugh

Ok yes I'm a pussy. It's 8:45, I could be getting up at an hour with a 6 or even a *gags* 5 in it. But I didn't get to bed until after 3 and have a longish night and a long drive.

*looks at clock* I need to get in the shower. I need to leave at 9:30, to make sure I have enough time. I guess there's nothing else right now. I'd REALLY like some coffee, but I don't have enough time I think between getting up and getting there - unlessI stop at the place that's always crowded but on the way. Hmmmmm. If that's my worst dilemma today, I'm fortunate.

Ebay stuff has to wait until I get home. Let's hope I only work my scheduled 4 hours, I could come home and actually make the Post Office tonight.

There's sure to be more later.

well

now, before anyone gets their tits in an uproar and yells at me for complaining ON MY OWN JOURNAL, let me just say nothing has changed for me situation wise,

but my new client?
IS MORE BORING THAN WATCHING OLD PEOPLE FUCK!

I Love the "You need at LEAST 20 hours a week, minimum to finish everything." Today was the beginning of the week. They received 4 checks, and three bills to pay. There were 3 waiting for me. That's SIX for anyone counting. This is about an hour, MAYBE of work, mostly due to the ineptitude of the prior bookkeeper. She has unpaid invoices (bills) in folders, alphabetically. But, for instance, "C" is by itself, and "D through H" is in one BIG GIANT folder. Finding this shiznit is amazingly bad!

Add to this, the client is a wholesaler of "sporting/recreational" items (NOT dildos, or naughty things, I just don't want to get to into depth. Pervs.) So I know nothing about the inventory. Which isn't necessary. But the other guys (I Mean GUYS, Men's Men. Fags are those things you beat up on the weekend, men.) are salesmen, and sportsters. They talked about their weekend, and had long "meetings" I spent most of my time looking at email or Boston dot com. Because the boss was involved in what sounded like an important conversation. Til it degenerated. And the poor guys are retaining all their filthy language, since there's a "chick" in the office. I'm waiting til they hear me talking to one of you with my "Fucking fuck fuck fuck that fuck fuck." *grins* So I'm sitting there, and he's explaining shit like I'm two, and I'm getting so frustrated I'm not listening to him, which is making his attitude worse. But over the four*gags* hours I did everything he asked me to and got a "Hey you're catching on fast!" from him. Of Course I Am Numbnuts! Sheesh! What do I look like? some old woman just looking to pad her retirement? (IE Like their last one. She was there when I got to the interview and I hope he didn't fire her once he hired me. That would SUCK. It must have been planned tho, I pulled the bills for the ad I answered and she entered them.)

Anyway, I have some restructuring to do. They actually have stuff I need in three different offices, and the printer is a walkies across the big room. it's the most organized UNorganized office I've ever seen. It's disturbing. My Accounting Foo is upset. Must Feng Shui my files.

At least I don't have to go in tomorrow, I have my other clients who are well organized and happy to see me. And I have to go in Wednesday and crack on those files, and get him to show me the effing bank rec module. That's where I have work to do. And I have to find out if they're open next Monday. I'd like a day to myself. (OK I know I just had a bunch, I've been very busy the past week, and I think moved too quick. Just a breather.) Also, let me get that other damn client, I have a feeling I'll be there for YEARS and it'll be nice and steady. THIS one, I'm not sure how long it'll last, seriously. I'm too weird.

Today I need to get my Ebay stuff together, and get some of it out. I need to find a PO open late, I don't feel like rushing.

Just so I remember

My niece missed a doctor's appointment this morning. It had to be rescheduled.
because FABF:
- wouldn't drive my sister and the baby before work
- wouldn't let my sister take the car and drive him to work, then come back, so she could use it.
Because - she's a "fat lazy fuck who won't get a job and leeches off him."
And his welfare, or whatever it is he gets.

This would be the same FABF who WOULDN'T get a job while my sister was 6 months pregnant, and WAITING TABLES, and only did when she was ordered off her feet, and only so he would have drinking money.

If anyone wants the therapy of giving a beat down to someone who DESERVES IT, please contact me via the usual channels. All identities will be kept confidential.

(I'm not angry about my sister, she's the grown up who is a moron. I'm angry about my 8 year old nephew, and my month old niece who have to put up with this. And his kid, secondly, who has major issues thanks to FABF. Asshole.)

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I swear, she's out to kill me.

- I got some of the spiffy ceiling fan bulbs resident home improvement guru bunicula had (not the blue ones B, I couldn't find them. The HD near me actually had the bulbs buried in back of stock to be stocked and a ladder thingy. I'm lucky I found these.) As I was taking out one of the old blubs, the one that had already blown, it comes apart, The next half hour was a session of recriminations and anger as we tried to work the thing free, with the light off and barely any additional light in the room, with a rubber bulb of some kind. It came from the bathroom,. I don't want to know what she's used it for. I mean really, DON'T tell me!

- The only good thing is that we both agreed that my sister sucks the big one, as she's "acquired" all the kitchen chairs We have NOTHING to stand on, I was up on my bed, trying NOT to fall on my arse. Oh well there is one more good thing - I got the thing out. Happy Happy bright lit ceiling fan.

- She's also taunting me with the whole "Rent to own" thing again. And making it feasible. Something about 2 years of me paying rent will be a down payment. I told her she'd have to clear out if that's the case, and I'd probably be looking for a roommate, who would be renting from me, and I'd do her deal. it's actually a better case - I could try and put enough away to have WAY more of a down payment. I just have trouble TRUSTING in this - this is my family after all, and the chances of them fucking me over is VERY VERY high. Nice thought, eh?

- I also ran out of tissue paper. KA had some wrapping advice and the stuff I'm sending out is nice. So after getting the bulbs I ran to Christmas Tree shops for cheap tissue paper. Well it was cheap, til I started looking around, and got a pedicure set (it has a heavy duty file for the evil calluses on the ball of my foot.) and those EVIL EVIL pizelle cookies I love. Damn cookies! Why must you be so delicious!?

So, to do before I can sleep:
- wrap up clothes that are selling. These are going into the Priority Mail bags, as is.
- wrap the shoe boxes in brown paper wrapping. yes I know, I'm being too anal. I think part of my responsibility as an Ebay seller is having neat and easy packaging, even if it takes me a bit longer and a paper bag or two.
- wrap up the items that HAVEN'T closed, as they are selling and it's just a matter of time. If they pay me via PayPal, they can go out tomorrow afternoon. But it's probably more like Wednesday. I have two clients tomorrow.
- work on both packets, although I might just put it off til tomorrow. I want to spend some quality time with them. I'm tossing the idea of going out, but *gags* it's COW HAMPTERS! I just - *shakes head* we'll see.

Ok, need to get away from this thing. I think I'm going to play with the Sims later, rebuild the house. I want to bring the outdoor pool inside, and maybe build a disco outside. I have to trash the whole building tho. and somehow get my stupid sim to think for his own damn self, when it comes to working on the ladies. Or men, he seems to be a bit gay. maybe I should build a new big family and build a nice big ass party house. *shrugs* We'll see. I'm still learning all the new stuff.