Tuesday was nothing too special.
Wednesday, on the other hand was an ADVENTURE!
i pissed off the Freak-boy from Hell by not covering for him at work, and letting his glaring inadequacies speak for themselves. Since he is the night shift operations MANAGER, he should be able to do his job, not wait for me to get tired of his incompetence and do it for him. i am simply waiting for him to be fired and it can't happen soon enough for me. He is also an ASSHOLE GRANDE.
Next, i get a call from my lovely Sarah asking me if i could go to their old apartment and rescue her (irresponsibil twit of a) sister's dog who had been left in the apartment with out food or water for four days at least. The complex had called her that morning and told her of the situation and she didn't know anyone else who could go. He was a cute, three-year-old fixed male beagle who is so sweet and friendly and loves kids (~ the other, other, other white meat!). One of the ladies at the complex took him off my hands after we talked him up for a long time and used all out combined selling skills added to his endearing personality and sweetness to high-pressure sell her on the fact that she didn't need just any dog ~ SHE NEEDED THIS DOG! Her fatal mistake was to say offhand, "Awwwww . . . i want hiiiim . . ." Abby and i just looked at each other and then at her and almost yelled, "He's all yours!" It was all over when she admitted that her three-year-old daughter had been asking for a dog and told her the other day that she needed to go to Wal-Mart to buy a dog. And a brother and sister. We both yelled, "Go with the DOOOOG!" and then he licked her hand and she was leading him across the court yard moments later as we fled before she could change her mind.
This was but a side trip in the real mission for the day . . .
My favorite son-of-a-demi-god-who-surpasses-his-heritage-since-he-is-my- personal-god-of-Music, Crackbaby, has been having a shitty week and much unhappiness to deal with so his sweetheart, my Little Rabid Abby, and i ran off to Dallas on our night to hang out. We stopped off at the grocers and bought stuff to cook for dinner and cookies to bake for dessert and invaded his kitchen. It was a 'Take-Care-Of-Louis' mission. Even Roni was low-key and sweet! She colored a nice picture of Rizzn's Grubasaurus and supervised as Louis colored a picture for her out of the Dragon Tails book we picked up. This sparked an in-depth discussion on the show, the dragon berries and their probable effects and how nice it would be to have some of them . . . . just to see the pretty colors and all! We also got the accidental confession from Riz that he has actually WATCHED the show! The night was winding up with hot-from-the-oven Pillsbury chocolate chip cookies (totally the best!) and Roni's stack of yellow post-its. In a discussion with Riz, she came to the conclusion that she must leave a paper trail. This 'paper trail' consisted of random words and phrases written in colored pencil on yellow post-it notes stuck in random places all over the apartment. He and i were just laughing or asses off at this total Lite-Brite idea she had! There was a rapid search for the cell phone by Abbers and hugs and stuff and then she led us out of the twisted bowels of Dallas. It was a great evening of lazy happiness, food, computer games, art, music, and crack. i was glad we got to go ~ i missed the guys!
"Anna Begins" ~ The Counting Crows
"And every word is nonsense but i understand and oh lord, i m not ready for this sort of thing . . ." "
confessed on 2001-05-03