the whole of last week was A-FREAKING-MAZING when it came to sales, and who'd wonder? i was in a damn CLASS for it and then the lab for the rest of the week!
so, it came time, after only ONE day off, to get back to selling . . . um . . . yeah . . . i.got.two.sales.all.day.
so THAT sucks!
oh, well, i'm sure i'll do much better tomorrow.
meanwhile, i have to go and pay $200+ on Wednesday for Roni's root canal. wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
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i am tired and i can't sleep well because my back is killing me and i don't have anyone to pop it for me and can't get to the chiropractor any day but Wednesday and i have to fix the truck and Roni's teeth that day and then i'll be broke because Roni's father won't help pay her hospital bill or the dental one even though he is supposed to be the one providing the insurance and he isn't. he just tells me how broke he is. and then shows me his new stereo in his van. and tells me about his other recent acquisitions. oh, well. i should be used to this by now. i don't even bother asking him for help anymore. you can't expect a zebra to have spots and i can't expect her father to pay. i am shocked that he is still paying what little support he is paying. i guess i should feel lucky i get anything at all. most the time it's not a big deal, but sometimes i have huge things to pay for and it irks me. he does nothing to help at all and can't even keep her insured.
in other news, i am getting along just fine. i miss the company i used to have and the friendship that came with it, but i have turned into chopped liver and you know what they say about chopped liver! "When life hands you chopped liver, make pate!" or something to that effect. i think i'll find something to feed the kid-doodle when she comes home . . . after i beat her with an owl and poke her with a candy cane for leaving out front door unlocked all day and digging in my jewelry box this morning.
have a great night!
confessed on Monday, Jul. 21, 2003