July 29th, 2005


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So. Today was interesting.

First, when I got to work, Liz was sitting in the parking lot, in uniform, smoking and talking on her cell phone. Turns out she quit this morning.

Then I went inside, and found Chelsea frantically running around, trying to rearrange the schedule to accomodate for the quitting.

Long story short, today I went out with Katie, a captain, and April, a trainee who worked at a Merry Maids in Idaho for 4 years. We got an extra house added onto our two house day, but because there were three of us, we got done around 2:30.

I stopped at McDonalds for lunch afterwards.

Then I had to stop and fill up my car. When I was pulling out again, I had to stop at a red light. A bigass van was in front of me, going straight, and I had to turn right, so if I could have gotten up next to the van, I could have gone. But I have a big car too, and didn't really want to try it. Besides, the light only lasts about 30 seconds. Who would get impatient?

All of a sudden I hear a honking sound. The lady in the van started and looked in her rearview mirror, and I realized she thought -I- was honking at her. She shrugged at her companion.

I looked in -my- rearview, and realized it was the middle-aged asshole in the car behind me. He wanted to go right, too, and wanted me to pull around the van. Well, sorry Bucko, but I'm not sure our two bigass cars can fit next to each other. You can wait a few seconds.

Then he honked AGAIN, and gestured angrily at me. In front of me, the woman's silhouette shook its head and shrugged again, as if to say, "It's a red light, bitch, what do you want me to do?"

I wanted to get out of my car and say to her, "It's not me that's doing the honking, it's the jackhole behind me. We should kill him with our bigass cars." and I wanted to say to the Honker, "Dude. CHILL. THE FUCK. OUT. You will not DIE if you have to wait another two seconds for my car to pull out."

But then the light changed, the van lady drove into the parking lot across the street, I made my turn and watched the Honker pull out behind me. He then gunned the engine and zoomed into the fast lane and zipped past me. I avoided looking at him because road rage can kill.

And that was my day.

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From hellziggy.

List five of your own idiosyncrasies and then tag five friends to do the same.

1. When I make two waffles, I spread butter on the top one, then put it underneath the other one. Then I spread butter on that one. Then I put the first one back on top, and pour syrup on it, then I lift it and let the excess syrup dribble off onto the bottom one. Then I put the bottom one BACK on top, and put syrup on IT, then I put that one BACK on the bottom.

Then I eat them.

2. I talk to myself a lot.

3. "Fudgemonkeys" is one of my most-used swear words.

4. Whenever I see a whippet, I have to make a whip sound and say, "Whip it good."

5. If I go outside by myself in the dark, I need to have my neck covered with my collar or with a scarf or something so the vampires can't get me.

Now I'm supposed to tag 5 people, but I really don't want to. If you would like to do it, then do it.