I should have known that the flight was not going to be fun when I had to walk out onto the tarmac at Hartsfield just to get to the fucking plane, which oh by the way, sat 48. Fuck me. Get to the Gulfport airport and whatever dumbass made all of the reservations fucked up and I had to put the card on my amex card. I will get reimbursed of course, but I may have to wait three weeks for that.
The restaurant that I am working at the next four days is about 36 miles from here, so I will have a pretty good drive tommorow.
On the bright side, the Chili’s next door where I had supper has two for one drinks all day, every day.
February 1, 2006
he he he
Richie’s in Mississippi right now, so I’d thought I’d sneek in and have a look around. Shit, I’ll never understand men and their messes. Dirty underwear everywhere, coffe rings besdie the keybaord… f’ing pigstye!
so, the mouse is away and the cat will play. or something like that. writing on this blog is my equivalent to wearing his shirts whilst he’s gone. Damn, 4 more days ’till he gets home..
love you…
Credit Cards
Looks like we have started taking credit cards at work, for the first time in 50 years. Damn, we must have finally found someone that wouldn’t charge us an arm and a leg for each transaction. That has always been one of the reasons that we have remained cash only for so long. That and the fact that I damn sure wouldn’t want some of the employees touching my fucking credit card. I think that we are probably one of the last companies to finally start taking plastic. Guess I will have to learn this shit when I get to work this morning.