11.14.2004
isn't sunday supposed to be the day of rest?
i can't believe i'm at work. working on sunday is caca. it's a good thing i don't have to do it very often. and we really wanted to get out of here early, but no such luck. looks like i'll be here until good old 4pm. bummer.
i can't help but think of all the other things i COULD be doing. andy was supposed to get some stuff done for our house, but quite honestly, i wouldn't blame him if he vegged out all day. we worked really hard yesterday morning, made 2 trips to the landfill to dump a whole crap load of stuff, then had to carry the gym equipment that was in the backyard of the condo to the house. then we drove up to moreno valley for kelley's daughter's birthday party. i'm exhausted. oh, and did i mention i'm working everyday for this next week, including saturday? damn, it's rough.
oh, i don't want your pity, though. cause for the most part, my job is the bizzomb.
i can't help but think of all the other things i COULD be doing. andy was supposed to get some stuff done for our house, but quite honestly, i wouldn't blame him if he vegged out all day. we worked really hard yesterday morning, made 2 trips to the landfill to dump a whole crap load of stuff, then had to carry the gym equipment that was in the backyard of the condo to the house. then we drove up to moreno valley for kelley's daughter's birthday party. i'm exhausted. oh, and did i mention i'm working everyday for this next week, including saturday? damn, it's rough.
oh, i don't want your pity, though. cause for the most part, my job is the bizzomb.
