Don't blame this sleeping satellite
Just a few minutes ago, I called one of the business who just would not pick up their phone yesterday... and I almost fell over when this guy actually answered, and actually knew what I was talking about. He said he was going to fax over their tax ID as well as "some other information," which is probably an unpaid bill. Sir, I've got nothing to do with that, but thank you. I hope he sends it fairly soon because I can only fake work for so long. I could leave and come back tomorrow, but I'm planning on not coming in and having a four day weekend. Whoo hoo.
Though: I am going to hate myself next week when I get the tiny paycheck from this week of... if I can stay until eleven today, fifteen hours. D'oh...
My mom and I watched "Dark Water" last night. What's with all these movies (this, "The Ring") about evil, ghostly girls who are bent out of shape because they drowned as a result of their mom's craziness or neglect? We still have to watch "Skeleton Key" (why do they keep putting Kate Hudson in movies?) and "Must Love Dogs", which you couldn't drag me to except for the fact that John Cusack is in it.
So yesh, barring J suddenly materializing in the office, I'm taking tomorrow off. No, I haven't finished the tax project, but I literally can't. I spent some time upstairs (where the business files are located) looking for contact info for several that seem to have disappeared. I was excited at finding a number for the elusive "Diablo Home Improvement", but when I called the number was disconnected. I've already sucked all the usefulness out of the phone book and the Yahoo yellow pages. Whatever I have done by the end of my day today, I'll send to the accountant with promises to provide the rest next week. Dude, it's all I can do.
One of the people I can't get in touch with: The lawyer. I called the accountant because they know him, but they say they have no number and stuff they've tried sending him always comes back. That's not good. Also on the list is E., who is either M's son or grandson... and M's wife doesn't have his number. Harsh.
No matter what I do or how much I kiss my template's ass, I can't get comments to work for anything. So this weekend when I update, I'll probably take out the comment tags that are working out of the template. Let's admit it, this was never a big comment-getting blog (which is not to say I don't appreciate the ones I did get, you guys rule). I am considering getting like a tagboard, but every site I go to seems very poorly put together.
I had a deliciously unhealthy breakfast of leftover snacks from last night: Emeril brand pineapple-flavored meatballs (so. good.) and olive oil-parmesan potato wedges (o. kay.) Despite my poor-ity, I must get some kind of groceries for this weekend. Wait, since I won't be back in tomorrow I can take and deposit my check today. Bitchin. I also have a bunch of stuff to take to the Goodwill. (Christmas guilt, remember?)
Goddamn, but I wish I'd brought something to work on... I knew I was going to be sitting here with hella nothing. Either something to update on the site for this weekend, or a writing-type dealy. It's been too long. I was scribbling and thinking over some stuff earlier this week, but I guess I can't get into it because it's too much like several stories I've worked on before (I kind of have issues).
Whoo hoo, my fax came in! Damn, I feel bad for this guy and his business... not getting paid is pretty shitty. And he was very nice and understated about it in the letter he wrote, as opposed to some of the psychos I had to deal with before.
Tomorrow is Friday the 13th! (Insert ominous theme music here.) You know, that's like the one "classic" horror movie I just flat-out refuse to watch (okay, there are more, many more). I just don't get it. Maybe you have to go to summer camp (I first typed that as "cramp"; been there, done that) to enjoy it. I was considering going to see a movie tomorrow (either "Brokeback Mountain" or "Last Holiday"), but I don't want to go to Regal, and I'm still afraid that Brenden might be having their field-mouse infestation. Yech. Just Mervyn's and then I'll force myself to go home.
We all know I should have gone awhile go, but now I really will go. I need a bathroom break, to take this fax up to MD and to continue calling people who never answer.
Though: I am going to hate myself next week when I get the tiny paycheck from this week of... if I can stay until eleven today, fifteen hours. D'oh...
My mom and I watched "Dark Water" last night. What's with all these movies (this, "The Ring") about evil, ghostly girls who are bent out of shape because they drowned as a result of their mom's craziness or neglect? We still have to watch "Skeleton Key" (why do they keep putting Kate Hudson in movies?) and "Must Love Dogs", which you couldn't drag me to except for the fact that John Cusack is in it.
So yesh, barring J suddenly materializing in the office, I'm taking tomorrow off. No, I haven't finished the tax project, but I literally can't. I spent some time upstairs (where the business files are located) looking for contact info for several that seem to have disappeared. I was excited at finding a number for the elusive "Diablo Home Improvement", but when I called the number was disconnected. I've already sucked all the usefulness out of the phone book and the Yahoo yellow pages. Whatever I have done by the end of my day today, I'll send to the accountant with promises to provide the rest next week. Dude, it's all I can do.
One of the people I can't get in touch with: The lawyer. I called the accountant because they know him, but they say they have no number and stuff they've tried sending him always comes back. That's not good. Also on the list is E., who is either M's son or grandson... and M's wife doesn't have his number. Harsh.
No matter what I do or how much I kiss my template's ass, I can't get comments to work for anything. So this weekend when I update, I'll probably take out the comment tags that are working out of the template. Let's admit it, this was never a big comment-getting blog (which is not to say I don't appreciate the ones I did get, you guys rule). I am considering getting like a tagboard, but every site I go to seems very poorly put together.
I had a deliciously unhealthy breakfast of leftover snacks from last night: Emeril brand pineapple-flavored meatballs (so. good.) and olive oil-parmesan potato wedges (o. kay.) Despite my poor-ity, I must get some kind of groceries for this weekend. Wait, since I won't be back in tomorrow I can take and deposit my check today. Bitchin. I also have a bunch of stuff to take to the Goodwill. (Christmas guilt, remember?)
Goddamn, but I wish I'd brought something to work on... I knew I was going to be sitting here with hella nothing. Either something to update on the site for this weekend, or a writing-type dealy. It's been too long. I was scribbling and thinking over some stuff earlier this week, but I guess I can't get into it because it's too much like several stories I've worked on before (I kind of have issues).
Whoo hoo, my fax came in! Damn, I feel bad for this guy and his business... not getting paid is pretty shitty. And he was very nice and understated about it in the letter he wrote, as opposed to some of the psychos I had to deal with before.
Tomorrow is Friday the 13th! (Insert ominous theme music here.) You know, that's like the one "classic" horror movie I just flat-out refuse to watch (okay, there are more, many more). I just don't get it. Maybe you have to go to summer camp (I first typed that as "cramp"; been there, done that) to enjoy it. I was considering going to see a movie tomorrow (either "Brokeback Mountain" or "Last Holiday"), but I don't want to go to Regal, and I'm still afraid that Brenden might be having their field-mouse infestation. Yech. Just Mervyn's and then I'll force myself to go home.
We all know I should have gone awhile go, but now I really will go. I need a bathroom break, to take this fax up to MD and to continue calling people who never answer.
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