Today when I got to work there was an invitation in my mailbox telling me that I had a dinner this evening to go to since I'm such a good little worker. Yee haw. You all know how I looooove to be around a bunch of people, right? And how I loooooove eating in front of others? Fun fun!
I was a nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. And to make it really good, I missed my exit to the restaurant and a 10 minute journey took me 35. I couldn't fight my way out of a wet paper bag. I was in tears by the time I got to the damn place.
After dinner I had to go back to work to finish my shift. But it was only an hour so that wasn't too bad. I'd rather eat pasta in front of people than work so I'm not complaining about the 2.5 hour dinner.
Zube Girl (i think it was her) did a post awhile back grouching about her husband not answering his cell phone. That is one of my pet peeves also. I don't call Sweety to "check up" on him but to rather put my mind at ease and know that he's not laying dead in a ditch somewhere. Maybe I can buy him a beeper that shocks his ass whenever I call him...
He is still not answering his phone. I know he gets done bowling at 9:30 so he's had 1.5 hours to call me back. He's probably drinking beer at the bowling alley. Gee, this new schedule is working out great! It's so nice to see him when I get home from work!
I'm going to bed and if he wakes me up when he comes in I will pull all of his leg hair off.