just cancelled the newspaper. my dad works for the newspaper.
felt bad contributing to the death of the industry before i called. then some nice old lady answered the phone which made me feel even worse. 64.95 coming back my way!
Fine. You wanna act like you're two? I'll act like I'm one.
1 wrote:just cancelled the newspaper. my dad works for the newspaper.
felt bad contributing to the death of the industry before i called. then some nice old lady answered the phone which made me feel even worse. 64.95 coming back my way!
I guess we know what nice old lady feelings are worth
I don't know that three ads could have missed the mark more than the ones on my BSG page for an AutoCAD program, the Motorcycle Mechanics Institute and Dancing with the Stars.
Does make me feel sort of like a renaissance guy, though.
"No woman can call herself free who does not control her own body."
I think today was the most I've ever hated any job I've had. No reason in particular. It's just like a screw in my skull, and some days it gets drilled a millimeter deeper. It started off painless. The occasional annoyance. And now some days it's like someone is brutally maiming my soul like in The Black Knight scene of Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
no offense but you are everything that's wrong with America
went out drinking with colleagues, did not get very tipsy. It was a rough week at school, kid I didn't know committed suicide Mon. night and everybody is on edge. As we were preparing to close down we ran into a State Senator, whose grandson I coached as a 9th grader, and our Superintendent. The bastard didn't even say hi to us (not the State Senator, my boss - he entered and left right away) -- thankfully nobody was slurring speech drunk; it was professional level drinking, 3 Smithwick's and an easy drive home.