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8.03.2006

It's Cold Outside

I decided to come home a whole hour and a half early today. I got sick of being sick. Not like I ever stay at work 'till I'm scheduled off anyway.

It's 3.8.6 today. Yesterday was 2.8.6. Tomorrow is 4.8.6 And Saturday is the almighty 5.8.6.

Monday was nuts. I can't believe I haven't posted since then. First thing in the morning I get this report on my desk that I have to call in to three seperate insurance companies for one guy. Evidentally the guy wasn't paying attention and crashed straight into the side of a train. It was an empty flatbed train car. So I guess the bottom was just level with the start of his hood. So his car got trapped under it and he hurt himself somewhere between the accident and jumping out to run and tell the conductor to stop. I honestly had a hard time keeping my voice from cracking because of laughter seeping through. One of the people I spoke to acutally laughed when they heard the situation. I didn't feel so bad afterwards.

Monday night was typical. Beth and I curled up in bed and watched more of Season Two of Nip/Tuck. We love that show. Alisha was supposed to come over for a few hours before bed but never showed. It's kind of typical of her anymore unfortunately for us.

Tuesday was one of those mechanical days you will never remember because everything was carbon copied from previous days. Tuesday night I suppose wasn't so bad since I had the opportunity to lead a telemarketer on for over an hour before declining his offer. I am so rude.

There was a traffic jam on the way to work thismorning. I thought I was going to be late but after 5 minutes of crawling the whole thing just started moving like normal minus one lane. It's nice when the idiots get through the bottle neck and the rest of us resume business as usual.

Alisha might come over tonight around 6pm and Beth's already here taking a shower so I suppose I should go cook. Bill might stop by later too. He wants his shit.

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