Why is that, d'ya think?
Woke, worked . . . .
Had a meeting at work. Only high point was a co-worker offering to do a training manual for the department and the supervisor assigning that manual to me. How special. Agh.
Bad news. Checked my Checking account right before work began to discover that I was $400 off where I should have been. My lovely landlord had cashed a rent check that he had said he had thrown away. I thought I had stopped payment on it. I seriously hope this is a bank error or money will be tight for about 2 months as I fix it. The holidays don't make it any easier. And the strain on a couple of interpersonal relationships I am involved in. I am not happy with James Johnson today. I have called him a couple of times now, but only get his wife, or a recording. Not cool. Not cool, at all.
So, my little weekend of fun, which I had hoped, and expected to pay for, has changed drastically. Now it's all going on K's card. Not sure if that is the smart thing to be doing, but then again, if we want to do what we wanted to do (??), we have to do it. (Now that was an excellent sentence.) Hopefully, my account will be all straightened out, and things back to normal quickly.
Anyway, after work, we went to Howard Johnson's and checked in. Witnessing an accident only feet in front of us as we were crossing the street and some moron ran a red light. Another not cool thing to do. So, we checked in, parked in the structure, and went to dinner at Hooter's.
Now, Hooter's. Hmm, food was pretty good, service was a bit lax, and the hooters were nothing special. I think the place would benefit from dimmer lighting for one thing, and perhaps slightly more intelligent waitresses. Slightly would be a large improvement.
At the hotel we drank 3 bottles of Champagne and watched TV.
And that was Friday.
Chris
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