Off work for 35.5 glorious hours

A whole day off. I can't believe it.


Things I need/want to do:

Sleep

Watch The People's Court (shut up, I love the Milian)

Get my nails done for the first time ever

Listen to a full hour of opera overtures

Put bill money in the bank

Call the Yanksfan

Make some new icons

Snuggle with Joe (okay, I do that everyday, but still deserves to be on the list)

Piss around for the day

One last post before bed

A bunch of people quit at work, leaving me close to the top of the totem pole. How scary. This has left me with very little patience at the end of the day from dealing with all the new people. So tonight Joe and I go to Denny's and the waitress fucks up my order. I ordered a fried chicken sandwich with cheese and bacon. She says "grilled chicken sandwich" to which I respond, "No, fried."

Three guesses as to what was put in front of me. When I said I wanted a fried chicken sandwich, she said that was the only way they did them even though I'd gotten them in there before. Then she walks back to the counter where the manager is and goes "She ordered a grilled chicken sandwich."

My patience is gone. Absolutely gone. Joe and I shout "FRIED!"

After that I walk into the bathroom to pee, calm down, and not take my day out on the waitress even though this particular one seems to delight in giving us bad service every time we have her.

I think it's time to start frequenting another Denny's location.