What kind of day was it?

[kyburg]

I go by each Starbucks I called yesterday about empty boxes for the Hartmans.

One gives me three, already broken down (cool) - and the other? Had tossed them all. No matter, I have a charged Starbucks card - I'll treat myself to a latte!

Except when I get to work, the valet opens my door for me and spills the completely pristine, untouched drink.

And three of my trading partners took a huge chunk out of my ass today. One has been doing it for a long time, and I didn't have the powers of Kreskin to notice it. *rolls eyes*

Work got done. The unrepentant bastards were actually repentant today - I'll take it. My boss has been readying himself to make stew meat out of the next guy he talked from that company - the fact he didn't is progress, in my book. Stay tuned.

But I'm not done yet. I have to go take those boxes over to the Hartmans tonight - and I did dinner, which means dishes too.

Write something? MOI? I'm getting things ready in my head down to which task I need to do first so I can get them all done - as I'm driving home - I'd like Calgon to take me away, but I can't leave yet. Work isn't done.

*sigh* I asked for it. I did.

I'd like a moment for myself soon, please. k thankx.