W. T. F.

For the love of all that is holy, Leila has to be the DUMBEST person I have ever met. I mean that. And I've met some extremely stupid people.

I think I'm going to make a file for her with a visual presentation of how to use PMP, because even after writing the steps down, she's still calling me about the easiest things. If she dares to call me after I send it to her, I'm jump off the roof. Not sure I can get to the roof in this building, but I'll damn sure try. Good grief. 9_9

What the hell, I'm not going to be in the office for most of the next two afternoons, so the comsos sent her along to piss me off in the morning?

Jerry! Jerry!

Jewel let me leave early from the Children's Center, so I was going to get my hair done at the place Mom goes to... but I'm gonna do it tomorrow instead. The woman who would've taken my hair out and washed it got into a catfight with another woman. We're talking MASSIVE fight. The two of them went at it outside and I think one of them drew blood biting the other one. One of them pulled out the other's hair, too. All that time, there were customers in the place (Mom and I included) and Miriam had a FIT once the woman in green left. That's her business, she has customers there, how could they fight in front of people like that, and so on. So the two left--don't know where they went, I assume they went in different directions--and Mom and I said we'd come back tomorrow after Miriam apologized to everyone.

Like... ack. XD; Serious Jerry Springer catfight there. I'm disappointed at having to wait until tomorrow to get my hair done (though not as disappointed as I am that I have to go back to the office one more time before sweet glorious vacation), but I wasn't sitting there. Those women shouldn't come back to the shop, but I do not want to be in there if they do. It seemed to have started with the one in green insulting the other's mother. Rule of thumb, you don't do that. Ever. That can bring out a very murderous side of a person.

... Someone left me a message on my answering machine. They wanted me, they said my full name. The message was this: "Hello?... Hello?... *breathing* Hello? *more breathing* *click*"

WTF?! MESSAGE, damnit. I have a feeling it was the bank, and I have a feeling it was someone with an outsourced job. 9_9

EDIT: Ah. Mom said it could very well be the bank, trying to offer me things, and they just didn't want to leave a message about it.

Vacation plans

Mom's already looking for things ofr us to do while I'm off. Craig goes back to school on Wednesday. She's thinking we'll hit Philadelphia, Reading, Hershey (amusement park, woo-hoo!), and Lancaster starting on Saturday and ending on Monday, so Craig will have one day to himself at home. I'm just excited about going to Hershey. Hell yeah. Amusement park. Roller coasters. We neeeeeeeds it, Precious.

She's talking about spending the night in Hershey, which, if we were a richer family, would mean staying at the chocolate hotel down there. I want to eat at the restaurant that incorporates chocolate into all its dishes. Oh man. And I don't even get tired of chocolate, so I think I'd be in heaven. Shan't be happening, though. Well, unless we take the trip to Atlantic City on Friday and I walk out of there with people's shirts. 'Cause yeah, that'll happen. XD

One more day. I'm excited.

( Personality quiz here. )

EDIT: Okay, Pick 10 fails. (Or I fail at picking 10, whatever.) I played the same set of numbers for three days. First day was my usual two or three numbers out of ten, which gets me no prize. Yesterday I matched five--one more would have gotten me $10. Today, I match one--matching none at all would've gotten me $4. What the crap? XD;