Lameage

There's been a blinking light on my phone here at work since yesterday morning. I'm pretty sure it's a message from a customer. I don't wanna listen to it. They will say something like "I got a letter from you that American Express sent me, and I still don't know what this charge is..." That's what they all say. Then I say, "You're right ma'am, it was our error and we will be crediting your American Express card and it should post within the next few days." Same thing, every time. Lame lame lame!* 'Bout to go to lunch. Werd up.




(* That's an Almost Live reference fer you ol' skool Seattleites out there.)

Bling bling

The ball has been set in motion. I have a meeting on Friday afternoon. Hee hee hee...

Ran into my old roomate Jeffrey at Office Depot, of all places. We shot the shit for a lil' bit. 'Twas cool. Gonna go look for a book for Anna after work today. Bookstores have a nasty habit of sucking me into them for hours on end. Not necessarily a bad thing.

There were supposed to be "important" people coming through the office today. They were nowhere to be seen. They might be in tomorrow. That means that I have to dress nice again. Not that I dress like a slob or anything (we leave the slobbery to the I.T. guys). Word. I'm outta here.

Cold. Hungry.

No luck finding the book for Anna. I did find Shellac's 1000 Hurts on sale for 20% off and a copy of the Wigwam Bendix CD for $5.00. So,, not a total loss. Was going to get food from El Rey, but they were closed. Oh well. Looks like it's soup for dinner.