Well it’s no longer Friday the 13th, THANK GOD<\/b>! I don’t mean to complain…I know I’ve been doing alot of that lately….but god what an awful day. Just to let you all share in my misery I’ll describe it for you. I get to bed around 7am because I’m staying up with Daddy to try and give moral support for the Presentation (this is generally affectionally termed “Hell Week” – when you spend a week of no sleep, high stress, and immediate deadlines) I got up at about 1pm because we pretty much needed to get to his Clients and pick up a check, get it into the bank and get me to my Training Appointment. So I got about 15 mins to get ready and rush out of the house. I hadn’t even printed out my food journal for Joe yet. As I mentioned, high stress, so I get a few gruff comments on the way out the door. I’ve yet to realize what the actual date is yet. We get in the car, get down the block and he remembers that he didn’t bring the confirmation number for a Western Union we need to pick. Back to the house…run up the stairs…find no printed paper like he said there was. Back to the car…no paper…back into the house and up the stairs to look on his computer. Back to the car. Ok…we’re set.<\/p>\n
Get to the Clients…no check. Have to spend 20 mins there burning a disk..so we are running late. I’m cool. Head to the Western Union. The guy decides today…he’s closing early….shutting the door in our face. Nice. Go home and drop him off then head to the Gym. Joe doesn’t show up. We’re 3 and 0. Ok…now I know the date and the trend. Tat gets there and we decide to eat, this is good…I haven’t eaten yet today. The cell phone rings and I mistake Tat’s for Daddy’s, calling the number back and possibly messing up what could have been a interviewer. Much annoyance, no stomach for food, and I’m starting to realize I really hate this day. So just in case…cause I know we are heading all the way into the city, I ask Tat if she called to make sure Marcus will be there. She said she did, and she DID. Get on the Path, get into the city, get to Gothom. No Marcus. Ok…that sucks but his Boss is there. Ok cool…this may work out. We have to autoclave it. No problem…we’ll go eat. Go and find a great Italian place. Eat…card declined. :sigh: Tat ends up paying. Back to Gothom.<\/p>\n
He takes a look at the bar…the perfect, beautiful bar that will go in Tat’s neck. It’s chipped. We decide to put it in anyway. It gets in…and the ends stick out way way to much, not to mention it’s threaded on the outside which is a bitch going in. Tat’s not happy with the way it looks and is in much much pain. Much unhappiness as we walk back and get onto the Path. Guess what….it’s the wrong train. Some shuffling, some calling to say we are late….we’re picked up. Some discussion and we decide to go get a second opinion and advice from the guy who did my upper ear piercing across town. He’s there…and oh my God…he curves his own bars. This can’t possibly be going as well. He puts in the new bar and it’s beautiful…despite the bitch of putting in another peircing in an already aggravated neck. Oh well…it’s much better and the cycle seems to have been broken. This day of hell has come to an end. Get some food, come back here, eat, change the sheets…head for bed. YEAH! I survived and didn’t kill anyone. All I have to say is I hope your’s went better then mine. And to make you positivly have to share in my pain…here’s this cute little joke I found right before typing this.<\/p>\n
A guy gets shipwrecked.
When he wakes up, he’s on a beach.
The sand is purple. He can’t believe it.
The sky is purple.
He walks around a bit and sees that there is purple
grass, purple birds and purple fruit on the purple trees.
He’s shocked when he finds that his skin is starting to
turn purple too.
“Oh no!!” he says, “I think I’ve been marooned!!”<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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