Because it's 91 degrees out, I am sitting here with a fan on my face. Jim is in the next room playing my beautiful guitar. Jodi called when I was being stalked by a crazy CT driver on the back roads in Stowe and I feel like a bad friend. My dad and his born-again Christian friends are baptizing him tomorrow and then stuffing him with grilled meat. My mom is visiting tomorrow but I'll be at work.
And, I am wearing a bra that I hate but it's too hot out and I'm too lazy to change it.
That brings you up to date.
I hate having Alison at work tell me what to do. She says things I already know and does not motivate me. I hope she knows that she got the promotion because I am moving. There will be a point where I stop bitching about this... probly when I move. :) I had a dream that Ryan wrote me a note (dates three weeks ago) saying he was resigning and reccomended me for the position, but while I was busy not knowing about the letter everybody else at work had kept a tally of who they wanted for the job and I got no votes. Chris had the most, and I was surprised because he hates customers. Then I was changing in a fitting room (only the store was in reverse set-up) and the fire drill went off and I tried to get out in time. That's the dream, but enough about J. Crew.
Going to go watch Sex and the City.
Night all.
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