This morning at work I had a really horrible customer yell at me. It was ridiculous. She insisted that I call my manager. Surprise, surprise, he didn't even seem to care, much less offer any suggestion as to how to resolve the situation. He is so fucking USELESS! And when I quit, I am going to tell him. "You are a terrible, terrible excuse for a manager."
I talked to Amanda today but I was completely out of it. It was like my brain decided to go to sleep without telling me. She's going to look at some apartments this week and I hope she finds something cheap and well-located. I want us to move Sept. 1. I don't want to be here another whole month. I'll visit next week.
I went to a used book sale at the local library. I bought Interview with a Vampire, The Silmarillion, and a paperback copy of No Exit. I already have a worn-out, sentimental-value copy of No Exit, and I have it digitally, but it was 35 cents and I figured I might know someone who needs a copy. So, anyone? Want a free copy of Jean-Paul Sartre's greatest plays?
1 Comments:
At 7:23 PM,
Anonymous said…
ooh! pick me!! bring it when you come visit me soooooon!!! bwahahahaha!!!
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