So I have totally been on my game tonight. Last week, my nasal issues restricted my singing abilities, which is oh-so-sad. But tonight…dude. I sound so good! I think I should have been a country singer. Yeah, I know there are a lot of people who hate country…and I don’t yet have the twang…but I [...]
So I have totally been on my game tonight. Last week, my nasal issues restricted my singing abilities, which is oh-so-sad. But tonight…dude. I sound so good! I think I should have been a country singer. Yeah, I know there are a lot of people who hate country…and I don’t yet have the twang…but I think Rascal Flatts would agree that I sounded great in my car. And then at home, when I busted out my guitar, it was like a little bit of perfection. If only there was a girl there to be serenaded, she would have swooned and adored my melodic vocalizations as I rhythmically strummed my guitar.
Oh, but wait. There was a girl. My roommate’s girlfriend was in the other room doing laundry…and I did not realize this. She doesn’t count, though…she’s already taken. But I’m a professional; it’s good to have an audience, no matter who it is.
So I found a check in a pile of old mail. Whoever’s idea it was to send crap to unsuspecting people in hopes of enticing them to buy their product or service or to sign up for their credit card has got to be the dumbest person on earth. Why on earth would I be interested? Just to let you in on a little secret, I don’t even open the envelope…that is, until I run it through the shredder. How sad is it that I can tell what’s inside the envelope without even opening it? So yes, this junk mail piles up like a little mountain of paper and then meets its fate when I get around to shredding it.
But in this pile of crap, I found a check from Union Bank. When I left, they closed one of my employee accounts and wrote me a check for three dollars and fifty seven cents. This was back in September…and I haven’t cashed the check yet. I am contemplating not even worrying about it. I think that this would totally throw off their books and months from now, they will be wondering, “What ever happened to that $3.57?� Yeah, that’s sticking it to The Man.
Or maybe I should cash it. Then I would have money for Starbucks.
Okay, I have to go now. Gilmore Girls awaits…
Hmmm that sounds good! I say darn it you’re an adult and you can do whatever you want….plus I eat pb & j’s at a cafe once or twice a month just cuz I can!!
Where you at?! I feel unloved with no emails from yah…..
Heather